The Loners (1972) – Sutton Roley.

'I never scalp on St. Patrick's Day!'

This goofier example of 70s bikersploitation boasts a far stronger cast than it needs, Scott Brady, Pat Stich, Gloria Graham, and the always absurdly charismatic Dean Stockwell, plus some amiable schmendrick (Tod Sussman) who acts like a proto-Ted Raimi!?! I can readily imagine that the premise for The Loners was woozily written on a Rizla paper, and absent-mindedly smoked up later, since there's a palpable haze of fragmented THCeed thinking throughout! The Loners is a stoner Biker Flick with mild T&A, generic redneck cops, a dishy Blonde ditz (Pat Stich) goggly-eyed for hard-luck half-Navajo/Irish reluctant biker outlaw Stine (Stockwell), culminating bloodily in a Pseudo-Peckinpah climax, Badlands it 'aint! Slight Taco Bell fare, watchable enough at the time, but almost immediately forgotten. Not for the first time, Dean's performance (almost) makes it a real film, as without him its nothing more than a dingy counter culture cash-in with delusions of Drive-in grandeur. They never fail to mention easy Rider with reverence, failing to mention the largely unwatchable backwash it inspired in it's boffo box office wake. The trailer cherry picks all the best bits, leaving one to wearily wade through all the grot that didn't cut it. The Loner's only rarely gets out of 1^st gear, but one scene that registered was the deliciously hyperbolic exchange between boozy shrew mother (Graham) and her foofy-headed daughter Julio (Stich).