I've found that most every movie can be summed up with lyrics by the gloriously schmaltzy symphonic '70's rock outfit, Electric Light Orchestra. For example:
"A place where nobody dared to go, the love that we came to know." --Brokeback Mountain: "Xanadu" (from the album and movie of the same name, and gaily appropriate, too)
"You will return again some day to my blue world." --Titanic: "Turn To Stone" (from Out Of The Blue)
"There's a hole in my head where the rain comes in." --JFK: "Evil Woman" (from Face The Music) [sorry, folks, that was messed up...]
And so, shanghaiing the jingle-mantra of The Coffee Generation, goes The World's Fastest Indian (like Flashdance and Rudy and October Sky and countless inspirational tales before it): "Hold on tight to your dream." (or, for our readers in Quebec, "Accroches-toi à ton rêve.") --"Hold On Tight" (from Time)
The dreamer in Roger Donaldson's based-on-a-true-story story is Burt Munro (Anthony Hopkins), the kooky Kiwi visionary whose Big Brass Ring was Utah's Bonneville Salt Flats, where he hoped to set a land speed record during Speed Week with his motorcycle, a Macgyvered 1920 Indian Scout. Munro was retired, and had spent the more than three decades since buying the bike in 1926 tricking it out before making it to Bonneville on a shoestring and a kind word. He was a bit of an oddball celebrity in his New Zealand hamlet, peeing on his lemon tree every morning, making tea out of the water he used in his home-made forge and burning his lawn instead of mowing it.