This independently made motorcycle movie managed to be picked up by a fairly major distributor, but upon watching it you'll probably be asking why. To be sure, there is an intriguing and promising idea behind the movie, that being a motorcycle gang leader believing that he is the second coming of Jesus Christ. But believe it or not, almost nothing is done with this idea. Instead, the majority of the movie unfolds in a way that you'll have seen in plenty of other movies (and television shows) before. It's the old "motorcycle gang comes to a small southern town" plot, complete with racist police officers and equally bigoted townspeople. I'm sure you can fill in the rest of the plot details yourself, though your version will probably move a lot swifter and with better production values than this long-winded cheapie manages to do. The movie's only saving grace is a soundtrack consisting of some not bad soft rock obscurities.
