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Show BI-PEDAL CHICKEN! . . 2 s "Brad" charges from the left! "Todd" attacks from the right! Remember those Fabulous 50s? Eating goldfish? Cramming phone booths? Playing Chicken in your '57 Chevy with your best friend and his Studebaker? If you’re too young to remember, playing Chicken was a test of nerves. You faced off against your opponent along a lonely stretch of asphalt, somewhere country usually. Somewhere adults. When some guy named the signal with his best girl’s two contestants and their Chicken. In this Age of Mountain Dew and Yahoo, these guys don’t need a vehicle other than their own well-tuned bodies, to prove their own courage and. stupidity! No equipment needed (although head gear is recommended)! A flat stretch of ground is all you need to play Bi-Pedal Chicken. In this demonstration, "Brad" and “Todd,” both well-tuned young athletes, spring to life and charge toward each other with an unheard of single-minded determination. The gap between them closes rapidly. Who will yield? Who will "chicken. out?" Sadly both "Brad" and "Todd" lacked in brains what they possessed in determination. In our touching last scene, the "father" of one of the boys expresses shock and dismay while the Park Ranger issues a citation for playing an extreme sport without a permit in a national park. out in the away from Larry. gave hankie, the hopped-up road hogs let loose with all their souped up V8s could muster, and took aim. The goal? To make the other guy "chicken out." At speeds exceeding 100 mph, the two hot rods hurtled toward each other. As the distance between them narrowed, at an impact speed of more than 200 mph, the sweaty-palmed drivers searched their souls---Do I want to win? Or do I want to die? Z Remember, if you’re going to be Now...in the 21st century, Generation has claimed its own version of stupid: ALWAYS IMPACT! GET A PERMIT! |
