They wanna be free to do what they wanna do. To ride their machines without being hassled by the "man". And they wanna get loaded and have a good time. Tougher than chrome, harder than steel and slicker than grease, they're the meanest, baddest, most deviant and reckless, revved up, diesel powered outlaws this side of Rock'n'Roll oblivion. They are The Wild Angels and they're on the road and out for fun, burning across the asphalt of small town America like a violent, drug fuelled forest fire of youthful rebellion and causing as much mayhem as they possibly can.