![]() In a way, it’s sort of our game, my old roommate and I. I’ve introduced many others to it in the years since, but I don’t think that others see the same thing we saw in it. It’s not that we were laughing at the game - okay, we sort of were - but it poked at the same part of our brains that had us clutching our sides while watching golden-age Popeye cartoons. Lyrics from its repetitive soundtrack worked their way into our personal vernacular (we often just referred to the game as “Mean Machine”), and many evenings were spent howling with laughter at just how ridiculous it is. My affection for the title greatly outweighs its quality, but I played it during the N64 days, then rediscovered it with a roommate of mine after college. I’m surprised it has taken me this long to talk about Road Rash 64.
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