Totally cartoonish and far-fletched nonsense, aimed at a fifth grade mentality, which made its presumed audience just beneath what's considered average in this country. The acting on this show, excepting Dwight Schultz and Jack Ging, was of the Bugtussle, Arkansas Dinner Theater (aka "Clem's Truck Stop") variety. The scripts demonstrated the effects of tertiary syphilis on the brains of the writing staff. There was always this incessant gun play, but, no one ever got wasted, and the cops never showed up. You'd think that people in the neighborhood would call 911 if they heard automatic gunfire in the street. But, the most ludicrous aspect of the show was when, every week, they'd put together some kind of death machine using crap they found at the highway underpass and then blaze to victory over the generic Bad Guys. What tripe. And it was on the air for three seasons, meaning they got maybe 75 hours of programming out of 45 minutes of plot. That's really stretching the soup, all right.