Brian Coltrane

There's no telling what the actual movie will have in it. Scripts get redone, scenes get cut. Tho' it's unrealistic to expect that WB will not include todays' brand of humor in this movie. Anyone who saw the movie version of "Starsky & Hutch" this last year, knows just how far from the original these things can go. I rented "Super Troopers" recently because it's by the same director who's involved with the Dukes movie. It didn't fill me with optimisim. I'd recommend you rent and watch both of the above movies, to be fully prepared for what the Dukes movie could be like. And then - after yer coronary - remember that they can do crazy stuff with the new movie, but the original series will always remain. (And the original series only has episodes like "Strange Visitor to Hazzard" and "Robot P. Coltrane" to live down.) So, no worries. Brian

It's a free confederacy, Dukefan. Lots of folks got different opinions, and the Forums allow everybody scream somethin' from the rooftop. Here's mine: EEEEYAAAAAAHHH!! Ah, much better. I'm refreshed. Anyhow, don't take anything too much to heart. Any new Dukes stuff automatically promotes the original by way of publicity. New Dukes, old Dukes, Coy and Vance....somehow, Hazzard endures. Brian

Brian watched angrily as Rosco turned the mustang back towards Hazzard. The change in the Sheriff's eyes had come too late to mean much to Brian. It was clear to that his help, and his very presence, wasn't wanted...ever again. Worse, Rosco had not trusted Brian enough to let him ride to exile on his own, even though MaryAnne's safety could be at stake. It was more than Brian could swallow. "DAMN YOUR BADGE!!" He yelled at the Sheriff's back. Damascus, upset by the temper and volume in his rider's voice, reared up and bawled a protest of his own. Brian regained control of the large horse, and turned him away, kicking Damascus into a gallop. Despite every instinct that was pulling at his black-clad heart, Brian forced himself to ride in the opposite direction of Hazzard. In facing the ordered exile, he was giving a last act of lawfulness...proving that he would have obeyed, whether or not Rosco had escorted him the full distance. And so Brian left behind all that mattered to him. He filled the emptiness with thoughts of Chet Duke....and revenge. If the rustler had caused any harm to MaryAnne, it would be one more reason to give him the slowest death imaginable. (Cue anybody!)

"The opportunities are endless," Brian answered with a murmured drawl. He held the blonde woman close, both of them leaning over the bike, bodies melded together... ...and Brian knew that he was in for one helluva ride. (Cue Chance!)

One of my favorite Enos moments, is in "Ghost of General Lee." Rosco shows Enos the "haunted" General Lee in the impound garage....and Enos blurts out this one: "AAAHH!! General Lee is one of them spook-talkin' mediums!!" Moments later, when the haunted General Lee deliberately plows into Rosco's parked patrol car, we get Rosco's reaction: "Ghost or no ghost, that's county property!!"

Howdy, 426GL! I fixed the link, it works now when ya click on it. Just outta curiosity, is "Yeeeaaahhh" the opposite of "Yeehaaa?" Brian

Man....all I can say in my case, is that truth is stranger than fiction. I think that's why we all love the show so much. Hazzard County reminds us of home, no matter where we're from. Brian

Ya'll made a good point. We really don't have anything on Waylon! We should have a picture of him, and list some of his balladeer quotes. I'll put it on MaryAnne's list of "things to do." Brian

I've gotta disagree with ol' Renoman. ( welcome to HazzardNet, by the way! ) I don't think Ben is in it for just the money. I'm not denying that he makes some. But I've been fortunate enough to speak with him on quite a few occassions, and I can honestly say this: You don't have to be a "paying customer" to get Ben's time. If you took any of the Dukes shindigs since 1999 through present, and you broke it down by the numbers of how many people he talked to, shook hands with, or stood still for a picture...there's no way in hell it's "all about the money." For every one person that buys a little something, there's five more who just want to say hello and meet him. And that's alright with Ben. I think he enjoys the attention and enjoys people. Frankly, if he didn't enjoy it, there's no amount of money that would be enough for the time he puts in. I've been kinda riled by a few of the opinions I've seen, suggesting that "nobody cares about the original cast." Well, next time you're at a DukesFest, count the people in line, eh? Meanwhile, I will be among the first in line for the new Dukes movie, and I hope the new cast represent themselves, and the show, to the best of their ability. And hell....I hope they will be out there signing autographs and shaking hands, 25 years later. We'll see. Brian

Brian's own ride to exile was filled with tension. Damascus could sense the pensive mood of his rider, and the large black horse walked restlessly, tossing his head, prancing, and fighting the riens. When Damascus nudged a wide flank into Rosco's horse and caused the mustang to dance away nervously, the Sheriff turned an irritated glare to Brian. "Just how much sugar did you feed that horse?" Rosco grumbled. "All of it," Brian sighed. "Wasn't mah idea...." The Sheriff frowned and lasped back into silence, keeping a rigid posture and a grim expression. There had been no real conversation on the trail, and the tension was making an unpleasant task even more onerous. Reading Rosco's mood all too well, Brian made no effort to talk his way out of anything. Yet every step the horses took away from town, was adding more weight to his heart. He couldn't get the taunting image of Chet's face out of his mind; and MaryAnne was alone with the ruslter. Alone, and in a direction probably far from his own.... Insight hit Brian so fast, he rocked back in the saddle and Damascus came to a rearing halt. Brian looked over his shoulder, looking past Rosco, squinting into the distance. Of course he could see nothing of MaryAnne...but he knew exactly where she was leading Chet. "Git movin'," Rosco ordered. "Sheriff...." Brian said abruptly. "MaryAnne had you take me in the exact opposite direction she was takin' Chet, in order to put the most distance between us. Which means....you're damn near 4 miles out from where she is...and she's alone with that polecat!" Rosco's chest heaved with a sigh of admission, but his hard blue eyes didn't change. "I said, git movin'." "Alex is double-escorted by the Strates, and he's a smart enuff drifter not to pull anythin' stupid. But Chet --" "MOVE, BOY!" Rosco added his pearl-handled Colt .38 to the discussion. The business end of the gun waved warningly. Brian turned back around in the saddle and faced the direction of exile once more, moving Damascus forward. But his words didn't stop. "You're worried about her too. That's why you're bein' such a rattlesnake! Dammit Sheriff.... turn around and ride to MaryAnne. Let me g'wan alone. I ain't the biggest worry on yer mind and you know it." (Double cue to MaryAnne! You got somethin' cookin' with Chet...and I'm leaving Rosco's decision to you in this scene!)

"I might nevah let go," Brian answered with a smile. He wrapped his arms around her, locking a sure hold around her slender waist. (cue Chance!)

( ya'll just flip a coin and somebody post! Meantime, don't mind me, layin' here bleedin' to death...*gasp* )

The answer sent a hot thrill through Brian's blood. It wasn't a safe answer for any lady to give; clearly this woman enjoyed playing with fire. Just like he did. There were opportunities in life that only came around once. Brian knew that if he didn't claim this woman now, he'd never catch her again. That much was clear in the way she was leaning over her bike...daring him to up the ante. And so he moved around her, and swung one leg over the bike, setting himself in behind her. He sat closely, his own jacket creaking slighty as he shifted his weight, fitting himself snugly against the back of her body. He kept his hands off her...for now...but he leaned forward, speaking with a low drawl into her ear, his breath stirring a wisp of that blonde, silky hair. "In that case....ah'd love to go for a ride." (cue Chance)

I don't have good details on this one, I'm hoping Cap'n Redneck can help me out. It was mentioned on another thread and this is a wild flick worth mentioning here. First of all, the getaway car in this flick is a black Charger, and I believe it's a '69 or '68. This is another 70's-era movie that was a cross between an action/crime flick and massive car chase. I recall it being violent for the day; but by today's standards it's probably a creampuff. The singular feature of this film that gives it my recommendation, is the shock ending. I think the first time I caught this flick on TV, I literally jumped at the ending. And then the credits roll, and you're just sitting there like..."aaaaaaauigh!!" Or at least I was. Still, it was cool, and one of the best "twists" in scriptwriting that I've seen to this day. Brian

Filmed in 1973, starring Ron Howard, Harrison Ford, Wolfman Jack, Cindy Williams, Suzanne Somers. Written and directed by George Lucas. Rated PG. This movie is a stand-alone masterpiece among any "car flick" movie out there; primarily because it takes you back in time so effectively. The period is 1962; the stages are car hops, street drags, high school dances and late-night crusing. It's worth watching this movie for the cars alone; but the performances of the cast prove why these actors grew such great careers. Because many people are already familiar with this movie - and I don't wanna ruin it for anybody who hasn't seen it yet - I'm not gonna rehash the premise. I will say, however, that I wish this movie would have ended itself five minutes sooner....rather than going into the "where are they now" epilogue at the end. Brian

I'm gonna recommend a couple o' flicks for all us motorheads. Most of these will not be Oscar nominated movies...but hell, we're Dukes fans, so critical acclaim ain't no concern. For a Hazzard-esque feel, sans moonshine, I recommend a little-known movie called "Eat My Dust", starring Ron Howard, circa 1976. Rated PG by the standards in the day. It's my own opinion that some of the Dukes writers borrowed a little bit from the look and feel of this movie. There's a scene in particular that will be instantly familair - where an orange car goes barreling around in a field, spitting up clouds of dust to confound a police cruiser. It looks so much like the end credits scene in the Dukes eps, I can't get over it. The plot of this movie is easy to enjoy. The son of a country Sheriff rips off a stock car right from the racetrack, in order to impress a girl. He picks up his friends and they all go screaming around the county in a joyride. This jaunt results in the predictable property damage and the destruction of several police vehicles. It's lighthearted, easy entertainment, with an ending that leaves ya smiling. One word of caution: In the VHS copy I purchased a few years back, the intro with other previews contained some unexpected surprises. Such as low-grade 70's era porn previews. Hello! I'm not sure if the same previews are repeated on the DVD, but you might wanna fast forward to the actual movie before bringin' in the family. Brian

Must be one of 'dem Yankee boys.

BAHAHAHA!! I think some people are looking at it now and saying WTF...

Eh, I dunno. Moonrunners was a gritty flick. With the car themes, it was sort of a "Smokey and the Bandit" meets "Deliverance." I find Moonrunners noteworthy for it's historical value to the Dukes of Hazzard; but if it hadn't been followed by the Dukes of Hazzard; the movie itself would have been forgettable. Brian

You're "01" of a kind. But yer not alone. I think Hazzard County represents a place in all of our hearts, that was there before there was a name for it. We all express it differently. Some of us have a Dixie horn in our cars; some folks build crazy websites dedicated to the show; others go on life-quests to find a Charger to paint orange. One things for sure, we're all easy to pick out from a crowd....but a crowd of us makes for a helluva good time! Brian

The long black car made a slow circuit around the parking lot before finding a spot next to the General Lee. Deliberately, the black Chevy parked it's passenger side close to the orange Charger, giving anyone climbing into the General's driver side a tough time of it. The Chevy's driver stepped out, pleased with his early mischief. Any free beer night at the Boar's Nest meant free fights, and Brian had showed up late on purpose. The Duke's relfexes ought to be just a little slower by now, whereas Brian himself was cold sober. He walked towards the Boar's Nest entrance, shoulders squared and spine straight, anticipating an evening's rowdy entertainment. But he forgot all about the free beer, the Dukes, and anything else, with one glance at the red motorcycle and the wild-looking blonde woman who straddled it. She was tall, lithe-bodied, wearing riding leathers and holding a motorcycle helmet. And Lord help him, her elegant face was turned in his direction, a sensuous hello-who-are-you smile curving her red-tinted lips. Brian walked towards her, compelled, fascinated by the sight of those long legs holding up the motorcycle. He kept his approach easy, casual, his leather jacket hanging open at the shoulders. He avoided reaching up to brush back the tuft of brown hair that always hung over his temple; but the instinct to preen himself was pulling at him. Too late, though....she had already seen him as he was. Black-clothed, dark-eyed, and predatory; not the kind of man most girls in Hazzard County wanted a damn thing to do with.... Except her smile grew wider as he approached, as if she'd known he'd come to her. She was tall, confident, and unafraid as he came to stand next to her. All at once, Brian realized who she was; he had heard the stories of the race, which he had missed during his foray to Atlanta. Looking at her now, he was sorry he missed it. She was staring at him with that smile; waiting for him to say something. Brian glanced down at the motorcycle. He reached out to touch the new paint, brushing his fingertips over it in admiration. "Nice bike," he said with a smooth Atlantan drawl. "But are you really as fast...as they say you are?" He ended the words with a cavalier smile. His dark eyes drifted up from the bike, giving her a deep gaze. (cue Chance)

Howdy there, General Hogfan, welcome to HazzardNet! I have to admit: Your flag is bigger than mine. Heh heh! Anyhow, make yerself at home. Enjoy! Brian

Awright, let's see if anybody 'fesses up to ever seeing this one. This is a 60's-era Japanese cartoon, with English voice-overs. The star-car of this show was the "Mach 5", which was a futuristic race car with gadgets galore. Pretty much, it looked more or less like a white, convertible Corvette with a red "M" on the hood and a "5" on the door. The Mach 5 was supposed to be a race car. ( Did you know, " racecar" spelled backwards, is "racecar?" ) Anyhow, for a racecar, it was equipped iwth ridiculous features that had no practical NASCAR application, yet came in handy in every race. This is because the young hero of this series had a propensity to attract the attention of sophisticated assassins. Which was the coolest thing about this show. Yes kids, we're talkin' stock cars armed with machine-guns, and merciless ninja motorcycle gangs. Yeeehaaaa. The animation was average, the plots were cheesy, and the escapes were improbable. But the sound effects were cool. Looking back, the Mach 5 probably paved the way for some of the car-gadgetry ideas later seen in James Bond movies, and of course, Knight Rider. Brian

Howdy, JulieDuke - Yeah, it'd be great if my car could drive me home, in the event I had been out on the town and had too much to drink. 'Cept for one thing; it all comes down to whether or not I could trust the car. My car would amble down some godforsaken back road at 3 a.m., and then trigger the ejector seat and send me sprawling into a cornfield. I'd wake up the next day thinking a twister had hit. And is 325 mph any advantage, when the car can drive itself? For example, what am I going to do, if I want to go down the block for a hamburger, but the car decides that it would rather go to Boise, Idaho? I'd end up in Boise pretty darn fast. (Unless the ejector seat got activated en route, and then I'd have a new career as an astronaut.) Brian

RJ, I know what ya mean. The overall look of the car - stance of the wheelbase, the design of the chassis - speaks for it's street presence. But it's a good idea to have somethin' decent under the hood that compliments the exterior. MaryAnne, to reply to yer post while I'm at it .... yeah, your car probably would behave, if it was self-automated. Except for a few things: It would constantly be running itself through car washes, and admiring it's own reflection in store windows. If the paint got scratched, it would hightail itself over to an autobody shop and blow the horn until it was let in. If it saw a parade, it would jump in line and join it. Man, talk about vanity plates. Brian