Seriously, where the hell is RAD?

I need it.

I need Helltrack. I need ass sliding. I need Real Life playing at the big dance. I need tiny gymnasts showing up as villains because they sort of look like William Zabka. I need "Oh my heart a backflip!" I need thunder in my heart, where every move is like lightning. I need Cru and his crew. I need that freaky looking Jacoby sister. I need Rad Racing. I need the living embodiment of Tomax and Xamot. I need Talia Shire stretching her acting muscles by playing a woman who won't let the most important man in his life follow his dreams because she's a withered old hag. I need pre-FULL HOUSE Lori Loughlin looking aughly hot. I need to break the ice. I need some AA...Attitude Adjustment. I need a decent BMX movie without Nicole Kidman. I need a number plate. I need to nearly kill myself practicing backflips on some rickety plywood. I need more Hal Needham in my life (everyone needs more Hal Needham in their lives). I need more John Farnham in my life at that. I need Ray Walston to buy my T-shirts. I need to break 7:15. I need Jack Weston to lay off Cru Jones and go back to exploiting Johnny 5. I need to ask my mom why she sold my Mongoose bike at that garage sale (seriously).

I need Jason Schwartzman's father Jack to get on the horn with the kind folks at Embassy to find out why his presentation hasn't found its way to DVD yet.

I need better than this.

I need it now.

Despite the quality I ended up watching most of it on that Google video link, and I think it holds up pretty well. Needham's always been a sturdy, unflashy pro with action, and Cru is a genuinely likeable character. A lot of it's cheesy, sure, and the presence of any Jacoby sibling renders it immediately dated, but I'd still pay money to own it.