Four bumbling idiots try to outrun their midlife crises on motorcycles in this script that screams stupidity. A poseur (John Travolta), a whipped husband (Martin Lawrence), a cyber geek (William H. Macy) and a cholesterol connoisseur (Tim Allen) strap on their embarrassing leather costumes, hop on their Harleys and leave their trapped-in-Suburbia lives behind. This is all well and good, at least until the montage of urine scenes and countless homophobic jokes. It gets even worse with the appearance of a Hells Angels rip-off biker gang, led by Ray Liotta as a laughable tattooed tough guy. Director Walt Beckers mean-spirited mess will make viewers burn rubber as they speed away from theaters in disgust.