Busted

"Another six month investigation that has to be wrapped up overnight," complains special-agent-in-charge, Edward Scranton. "Well, I"ll be damned if I'll blow a gasket on a case called 'Stop Rock' in Flatrock."
Bikers are the prime suspects. An undercover operative, posing as a patch holder from California, is put in the field.
The local sheriff, Bernard Whitworth, gets wind of the operation. Miffed that he was not informed by the feds, he calls his deputies to a meeting. "Why this could involve smugglers from as far away as Columbia or Miami," Sheriff Whitworth tells his men, who get their wires crossed, and arrest the undercover agent.
Speed and Drifter, two unemployed roughnecks, who lost their jobs when Texas oil fields began shutting down in the early 1980s, cruise the streets on their Harleys, looking for women and good times. "Which one do you want?" asks Drifter.
"I like the one with the t**s," answers Speed. "But she's kind of dingy."
I'll take her, then. I can handle it long enough to get her britches down," Drifter replies.
"I didn't say I didn't want her," Speed complains, watching Drifter load the voluptuous woman on to the back of his chopper and ride away.
Speed and Drifter, who unknowingly are the target of the undercover investigation, soon run low of money. They are offered a chance to push cocaine. A sweet deal, if they don't get busted.