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THEY RIDE HARD AS HELL
[Sequence Director: Robert Rodriguez. This is your opening credits scene. An updated, early '70s
version of the classic opening credits sequence in The Wild One starring Marlon Brando. The
movie title is done in the Pulp Fiction/Reservoir Dogs style Rodriguez employed for the opening
credits of From Dusk Till Dawn. Music: Wheels of Steel by Saxon.]
[Rogers Communications Inc. presents “They Ride Hard As Hell.”]
Hank “Boogie” Anderson is a Vietnam War vet and the brains behind the Devil's Seven. He's first
out of the tunnel. Nine long feet and a thousand noble pounds of supercharged low rider APC
Skeletor V-twin chopper muscle burning exploding aviation fuel and breathing atomic radiation fire.
There's the ballbreaking earthquaking thundergrowl of the pipes then overstretched springer forks
that extend like lightening, like mammoth tusks, emerge from the dark deep throat of the Williams
Tunnel at the Kelowna city limits. The drop seat plunges Anderson a mere twenty-two inches
above the road. His ass is practically dragging in the dirt, bouncing off the pavement.
Even anti-heroes have their anti-heroes. Anderson is Marlon Brando in The Wild One. Peter
Fonda in The Wild Angels. He's Kurt Russell as a mangy old wolf. He's David Carradine as an
aging streetfighter. Mickey Rourke in Harley Davidson and Marlboro Man. Lemme show ya how
to do it baby. His gloved hands hold Z-bar hanger grips, legs outstretched, leather boots rest on
switchblade pegs. Saxon's Wheels of Steel's cranked in his headphones. A Roman centurion
commanding his century. Beside him on the over-saturated orange landscape of the Okanagan
desert are Rudy Calderon and Street Chupacabra careening around the bend.
Old sol blazes in the afternoon sun scorching into everything for no reason other than to let the
world know he ain't ever going away. Desert plains of black leather and motorbike metal and
stinking bad attitude. This five-man iron horse machine casually devour the highway like a
ferocious pack of hungry werewolves on wheels eating the spilled steaming guts of fresh prey. A
little girl in blue with blond hair and small lips in a SUV sees the bikers. She smiles and waves
precociously at them. Her startled mother says not to look at them and her wary stepfather takes
his foot off the gas and slows to let them pass.
This unit's the Wild Bunch on turbo motorcycles. All others yield. When the Devil's Seven ride
they ride hard.
They ride hard as hell.
[Sequence Director: Robert Rodriguez. This is your opening credits scene. An updated, early '70s
version of the classic opening credits sequence in The Wild One starring Marlon Brando. The
movie title is done in the Pulp Fiction/Reservoir Dogs style Rodriguez employed for the opening
credits of From Dusk Till Dawn. Music: Wheels of Steel by Saxon.]
[Rogers Communications Inc. presents “They Ride Hard As Hell.”]
Hank “Boogie” Anderson is a Vietnam War vet and the brains behind the Devil's Seven. He's first
out of the tunnel. Nine long feet and a thousand noble pounds of supercharged low rider APC
Skeletor V-twin chopper muscle burning exploding aviation fuel and breathing atomic radiation fire.
There's the ballbreaking earthquaking thundergrowl of the pipes then overstretched springer forks
that extend like lightening, like mammoth tusks, emerge from the dark deep throat of the Williams
Tunnel at the Kelowna city limits. The drop seat plunges Anderson a mere twenty-two inches
above the road. His ass is practically dragging in the dirt, bouncing off the pavement.
Even anti-heroes have their anti-heroes. Anderson is Marlon Brando in The Wild One. Peter
Fonda in The Wild Angels. He's Kurt Russell as a mangy old wolf. He's David Carradine as an
aging streetfighter. Mickey Rourke in Harley Davidson and Marlboro Man. Lemme show ya how
to do it baby. His gloved hands hold Z-bar hanger grips, legs outstretched, leather boots rest on
switchblade pegs. Saxon's Wheels of Steel's cranked in his headphones. A Roman centurion
commanding his century. Beside him on the over-saturated orange landscape of the Okanagan
desert are Rudy Calderon and Street Chupacabra careening around the bend.
Old sol blazes in the afternoon sun scorching into everything for no reason other than to let the
world know he ain't ever going away. Desert plains of black leather and motorbike metal and
stinking bad attitude. This five-man iron horse machine casually devour the highway like a
ferocious pack of hungry werewolves on wheels eating the spilled steaming guts of fresh prey. A
little girl in blue with blond hair and small lips in a SUV sees the bikers. She smiles and waves
precociously at them. Her startled mother says not to look at them and her wary stepfather takes
his foot off the gas and slows to let them pass.
This unit's the Wild Bunch on turbo motorcycles. All others yield. When the Devil's Seven ride
they ride hard.
They ride hard as hell.
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