User Reviews

I have really enjoyed watching and re-watching this movie, which I would describe more as "mockumentary" than documentary, with some well-concealed but surprisingly high production values.

The movie captures some of the social phenomena and changes that were sweeping the country in the early '70s, not the least of them the demise of the four-stroke British dinosaurs which yielded in the marketplace to light, reliable 2-strokes from Japan. The short scene where Bobby Garcia brushes his teeth while describing the previous night's adventures is a classic. "Muy Bueno."

Anyone who ever considered a motorcycle trip to Mexico, or who came of age during the '60s and '70s will love this movie.

There is a cognitive disconnect between the rawboned redneck Don Marshall who stars in the movie and the Don Marshall whose photo appears on his IMDb page. Did he really do the movie in whiteface? If so, someone should have been mentioned for an Oscar for makeup. Or is there some kind of inside joke here?

I don't recommend that anyone pass up other activities, or go out of the way, to watch this movie. But if you've got nothing better to do, it passes the time with some scenery. Like today, it is showing on THIS network, and there is nothing I want to see on any other channel. I have watched it before, and after seeing it both ways, I recommend leaving the sound on "mute". This Don Murray is not witty or wry or interesting as he thinks he is, and his commentary is quite an aggravation, and I don't think I could listen to it another time. Watching without sound, you might wonder what is happening, but there is nothing happening that means anything, there is no plot, and he is just making smart alec remarks in voice over, along with some corny sound effects. He seems to think it is "kool" to ridicule and put down his buddies. Maybe just "unmute" when there are other people on the screen along the way. I'm an old man who just sits around watching over-the-air television nowadays, but I had a Yamaha Enduro 360 back in the early 70's, and I went on some similar adventures. On one vacation from the refinery, a buddy and I rode as far as you can go on North Padre Island, down to the Mansfield Cut. We quickly learned that we had to ride on the wet sand where the surf lapped the shore to stay upright. It was October, so we had that part of the world all to ourselves, but it was still warm enough in the early afternoons to go skinny-dipping in the Gulf. For the person on the forums for this movie who keeps saying that Don Marshall must be in white-face. There is more than one person in the world named Don Marshall. I could not reply to that on the forums because they ask for either my credit card number or cell phone number, and I don't put such identity information on the internet.