Lyle, a motorcycle champion is travelling the Mexican desert, when he find himself in the action radius of a time machine.
So he find himself one century back in the past between rapists, thieves and murderers....
The thing that is wrong with this movie, and what deters it from other schlocky eighties movies of this nature, is the fact that there is no characterisation, no real story, no narration.
The film at times doesn't know what to do with itself, so spends the time with Ward riding his bike to one situation that ends with a comedy moment, or with an action moment.
But the most irritating thing about this movie is that not once does Swann ask what year he is in, thus making the title of the film pointless.
There are a couple of good scenes, bloody boots and Coyote trying to start the bike, but it really doesn't hold a candle to cult movies like Zone Troopers or Solarbabies.
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