by Tammy Wanchena
One of the benefits of owning a local newspaper is that you never know what will show up in your mailbox. This month, among the many bills, hate-mail potentially laced with Anthrax, threats and sympathy cards, we found a DVD unheard of: “Throttle Days: Dual Sport Adventure”. My hatred of reality television is to thank for this movie being reviewed in such a timely fashion.
Andy and Joe Stoshleiwski (AKA “Stosh”) are two brothers inspired by their love of motorcycles, and a desire to prove their eternal pessimist of a father, “Big Joe” wrong. They set out to ride the Trans America Trail; determined to spend 100 days on their motorcycles. Using Magic Broomstick Technology cameras and no helmet cams, they film some of their misadventures to share with the world. They claim that a running bike and a little gumption is all it takes since “all roads lead back home”. Aah, an escape clause! Sounds like dad had a little influence over the boys after all!
I love big men and these guys are big! Andy is super cute and Joe might be if he didn’t look so much like my cousin, Scott. They make reference to butter and beer oozing from their pores as they leave Arkansas and head for the mountains into “dry country”. Five minutes into their trip, Andy gets a flat tire. He repairs it with duct tape until “Cookie”, the brother who conveniently comes to their rescue in spite of their having no “rescue team”, brings him a new tire. And when they can’t make it up “Old Misery” hill, ATVs conveniently arrive and tow their BMW F650s up the hill.
I really enjoyed this movie. The Stosh brothers are extremely likeable and down to earth. They are the first to admit their weaknesses, and are humbled by the roads and the incredible scenery they encounter. The majestic scenery alone will inspire you to plan your own, off-road adventure. The music sucked, as is typical with all these home spun videos, and features music by such unknown monstrosities as “The Loose Skrews”, “Sinks of Gandy”, “The Hammercocks” and a handful of other heavy metal crap factories.
My only complaint beyond the music (just call me “Big Joe”), was the fact that the beginning half of the movie was EXTREMELY difficult to follow! They showed a number of small ventures out on a number of different bikes and listed how many days they rode; but I could not figure out if they were counting those rides towards their 100 days of riding, or if they simply were showing the extent of their distance riding adventures prior to their 100 day trip. At first I wondered if this was due to the glass of wine I had or my blond hair, but my husband confirmed that he, too, was confused.
About sixty days into their tour-de-farce, the boys hit the low point of their trip, in spite of their 12,067 feet elevation point. With slipping clutches, they coast down the hills as far as they can go until they are forced to wait for some hillbilly with a heart to come and tow them to the hotel in Silverton, Colorado, where they will attempt to fix their bikes. But, alas, day 64 “Cookie” arrives to tow them home. My personal favorite moments in the film occur in Silverton while they are waiting for “Cookie” to arrive. But if I give it all away, you will not be inspired to see the film. And then the Stosh brothers would see no reason to send me a copy of “Throttle Days: Mexican Adventure” reported to be released later this month.