While it's fun to imagine a bunch of pro-Reagan punks running amok in Southern California circa the Great Communicator's "Morning in America" speech, this quartet is absolutely 100 percent fictitious. In 1982, the only things rarer than Gipper-loving guitar players were unicorns, Sasquatches, four-leaf clovers and compassionate, well-intentioned politicians. Come to think of it, these things are still pretty rare.