The film cannot be far behind...who is going to direct? Got to be Quentin Tarantino...
John Travolta, in white jeans and crap shirt, admiring his posse of riders, cocking his legg over a hipster fixster, and heading off for Staten Island, from the shadows of the UN building,
"Ok, were outta here..."
CUT! CUT, CUT!
"Hey wassa matter Quent?"
"I FU***N' TOLD YOU TEN TIMES ALREADY... WE'RE - ON - OUR - WAY! Geddit?"
Ah - one can but dream...