Review

If you have any sort of motorcycle fetish, this is a flick for you. Granted, you'll have to put up with tons of "faggot this" and "yo man, I don't do that" type of dialogue, but the guys here are so hunky, hung and hot that you may forgive a little homophobia for a little creamsauce extraction. Of course, that's entirely up to you.

Nothing groundbreaking here, but the buttreamings and subsequent load-blowings are truly scrumptious. The story centers around a motorcycle sales shop and the denizens who sell and buy - sounds like a street corner, huh?

Top scenes include the nasty Mac Reynolds plowing the bejesus out of musclepussy Chad Connors, and the late great blonde bottom Christian Fox - in a sling no less - taking lots of hard pole up his shaved-to-perfection rosette.

Rob Banks (on the cover, in the foreground) is a sight to behold, and is definite husband material. Also using the name Ryan Fox, his few films are all good ones, and this is no exception.

Again, the pervasive "bash the faggot" attitude is a little disturbing, but director Travis somehow makes it incredibly erotic. And if that bothers you, there's always Bel Ami and its ilk to smack your sack to.