It’s a strange wish to have, I suppose. I am a white male Protestant of Western European descent, with all the societal privileges that entails. Cops don’t hassle me. Despite flunking out of high school (because I was too busy chasing girls), I charmed my way into college. In fairness to me, I am pretty damn awesome; so, many of the positives I’ve experienced in life are very much my own doing. But I realise that, at the very least, my skin colour/heritage has never hindered me. Whereas I am fully aware that being Latino can earn a person a tremendous amount of unwarranted abuse from certain people with my ethnic background.
But still, for as long as I can remember, I’ve thought Latinos were cool and wished I could claim such heritage.
The film (see video above) is about Harlistas, a made-up concept to describe Latino riders of Harley-Davidson motorcycles. It follows four Latino families as they take road trips in different parts of the United States: Four brothers; Two brothers, a mother and a wife; a father and son; a step-father and step-son.
Yeah, there is a cheesy underlying theme that certain loud, expensive motorcycles of an American variety have the ability to heal fractured families, and there are one or two scenes that are just beyond silly (two words: Indian dance), but I found the whole thing to be surprisingly touching. Seriously, I got teary-eyed several times.
The product placement is obvious, but within there are touching stories of family and the human spirit. I recommend it. Although, expect to find yourself at the end of it thinking: “Right. My brother and I need to get some Harleys and ride to Denver…”