Deep within the desolate landscape of the Californian desert a dangerous killer roams the land looking for victims. With his terrifying psychic abilities he leaves a blood soaked trail of chaos and death. No one is safe from the destructive, horrifying powers that he possesses as he continues on his brain-splattering journey of exploding heads and dismembered body parts. However, this is no ordinary psychopath. His name is Robert and he just so happens to be a rubber tyre.
At the beginning of this rubbish some twerp comes on and says it is a homage to 'no reason'. Yes, he actually says that, for no reason whatsoever. There follows a series of unconnected, pointless events, leading to a tyre running around (yes, a tyre, on its own) squashing people. That's it. The writer apparently knew very little about writing; the director apparently knew nothing about directing. Even at only 78 minutes this is a criminal waste of time.