Reckon you're thinkin' things is mighty tuckered out down in the holler nowadays. The old mine's been boarded up so long it's collapsing into ruins. And the gol durned rain's keepin' the menfolk all cooped up. But the horny guys ain't festerin'. In a funky trailer, the stable's tack room, an unfinished cabin, and especially that abandoned mine, eleven unshaven, hairy chested, hard bodied and heavy hung TITANMen bust their raging rockabilly gonads loose with a backroads passion that's just plain dirty.