It's hard to tell if developers Eutechnyx were taking this seriously or not - although judging by the fact that a whole trilogy was planned and then canned following this one's release, you can assume they were. Where to even begin? Is it the simulated fully-clothed sex scenes that act as a 'reward' from a brainless woman who after killing her husband lets you into her bed, thereby suggesting this is an appropriate thing to do? Perhaps the broken Batman: Arkham-style combat that has about as much impact with each hit as a feather-packed pillow? There's some Road Rash-inspired driving too, which amounts to placing you on an awkward-handling 'hog' only to then partake in some of the worst collision detection going as you attempt to knock other riders to the dirt. Throw in atrocious voice work and a plot whose script couldn't be more scattershot if it had been torn apart by a litter of kittens, and you've got Ride to Hell, a game whose name is perfectly fitting for all the wrong reasons.
