Cause we got a little ol'convoy, Rockin' through the night, Yeah, we got a little ol'convoy, Ain 't she a beautiful sight?
Come on an' join our convoy, Ain't nothin' gonna git in our way. We gonna roll this truckin' convoy, Across the U.S.A.
It is noon, and Sam Peckinpah is in a good mood when he arrives on the set. "I had half a can of beer for breakfast," he whispers, "and it tasted great!" Why does the director of so many he-man shoot-'em-ups whisper? No one has...