If you are looking for a light-hearted-middle-aged-men-go-on-a-road-trip movie, then this is for you. The four "Wild Hogs" are John Travolta, Tim Allen, Martin Lawrence, and William H. Macy. Each of them has reached various levels of unhappiness and dysfunction in their mundane and meaningless lives so Woody (Travolta) convinces them to take off on their Harleys and "...head to the Pacific without any plans...and no cell phones."
They were not even particularly skilled bikers but they have leather jackets and boots and off they go. I started laughing early and continued with snickers and an occasional belly laugh. This ain't Oscar material but it doesn't pretend to be anything other than a silly, feel-good movie with some likeable characters acting stupid, brave, heroic, and more stupider. (I know you can't say "more stupider" but it felt right.)
I only went to this movie because of two reasons: 1. I was in a mellow spring mood and wanted silly and stupid and 2. Monique H. was not with me. Mission accomplished. Now I can go home having successfully completed my week. Rock 'n Roll.