In this lightweight offering, two bikers (Frank Bukkwyd, Anthony Crane) in ludicrously-fake facial hair sit in front of a cardboard-cutout fire and tell about biker chick Taylor Hayes. She's a tough cookie, as her duke-out with three guys in a diner will tell you, but she has her soft side, as Cheyne Collins would tell you if he ever pried his mouth off her.
Stanley and director Robby D. put the pictures together with minimal settings, and even turn the tables when Bukkwyd tells Crane that it can't be over yet because they need one more sex scene for those guys over there and there's a reverse shot of the camera crew, not just breaking the fourth wall, but obliterating it. (This could be an homage to a similar set-up in Alejandro Jodorowsky's The Holy Mountain, but probably not.)
Renters unfamiliar with hallucinatory '70s movies and uninterested in theatrical premises like "breaking the fourth wall" will be pleased to know that there are five sex scenes, with Taylor Hayes prominent in the last two.
Is it too early to nominate David Stanley for a life achievement award?