Dammit, I’m going to add something to this blog. This film is a must, if you have ever (a) been 19 (b) grew up in a small town (c) wondered what Indiana was like (d) had a passing interest in bikes (e) wondered what Denis Quaid would be like in a good film (f) puzzled about the father/son relationship. Even better is if you see this Gregory’s Girl meets Animal House meets the Road to Rouen as part of the Bike Film Festival. Better still if it’s introduced by Kristian House, who shared the same leg-shaving parental shock moment as the main (or the most prominent of the central quartet). Bikes do, on this occasion Rock.
Although there is a worrying scene where bar tape is applied from the top of the bars, rather than the bottom. And Team Cinzano are, as Skoota noted, a bunch of cunts. I leave you with the final, freeze, frame, ‘Bonjour, Pop!’.
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