Every year somewhere in the Black Hills of South Dakota, a thousand-plus Harley-Davidsons come rumbling into a small town for a week-long celebration of cheap beer swilling and ogling of mammalian protuberances.  Apparently all this indelicate behavior scares the piss out of the locals, because in the total running time of 270 minutes of all three vids, we didn't spot a single soul without a tattoo, piercing, leather jacket, or winning combination thereof.  (We highly doubt if one beer-bellied gent sporting a t-shirt which proclaims "50,000 battered women and I'm still eating mine plain!" is the mayor.)

Each tape is essentially structured the same way, as the documentary team follows the hog-riders leading a benign invasion of the quiet community, setting up camp and immediately beginning a tit-flashing expedition.  These are not shy women, and within moments one discovers the videographic joys of such intimate body art as one tattoo exclaiming, "If you can read this, you can eat this!"

Naturally, a real biker gathering is incomplete without the requisite mud-wrestling contest, in which the women begin to show a proclivity for bisexual hijinks.  This spirit of competition spills over to the pickle-swallowing contest, where the gals can once again reassert the womanly art of vegetable fellating.

Truth be told, a few of these cycle-gals are original Hells Angels mamas, and even though their naked day in the sun has long since passed, a certain hops-fueled enthusiasm still compels them to jiggle their sagging jugs.  However, there is younger and far more resplendent pussy just waiting to be revealed at the Miss Buffalo Chips contest, a live-music-driven gathering which one might say is a formal evening event -- except that this particular cotillion is topless, and then some.  Under a constant drizzle of rain and warm beer, the viewer is treated to a whole passel of pink furburgers as they dance, writhe and tease the crowd.  Almost like network coverage of the '96 Olympics, the GM cameras are everywhere.

The tapes are available separately, but like the Star Wars trilogy, they have a whole other meaning when seen back-to-back.  Break out a case of beer and get ready to rrrumble!