What planet does this joker live on? I've been riding for over 30 years, and I see these Harley weenies every friggin' day, careening around the roads like they don't know what they're doing...and they DON'T!
These poor suckers are trying hard to recapture their youth, when they used to ride little Hondas as teenagers and young men, before wife, family and responsibility made them give up the two wheeled dream for domesticity and familial obligation.
Kids gone, these aging Boomers can afford the bling Harley. Skills gone, reactions slowed, they wobble around corners, ride right next to you and generally make hazards and nuisances of themselves. Not that there's anything wrong with that. They join clubs, and ride in herds, wearing their little beanie helmets and bad-ass biker vests, being flogged by their own fringe in the wind.
These people exist. They are real. They trailer their bikes to Sturgis, and go on weekend rides to the Gaslamp Quarter downtown, where their bikes line the streets outside Dick's Last Resort, strutting around in their two day old facial hair like they think they're the Wild Ones who terrorized Hollister back in the day.
I think the movie looks like it'd be worth watching. Gotta wonder about this reviewer...oh, wait. Phoenix? Land of 113 degree days in the summer and friggin cold in the winter?
Yeah, right. Come to SoCal like the rest of the RV driving snowbirds. You might get an education.