Why did the chicken cross the road?
How could he not? The adrenaline rush from dodging the trucks blew the cholesterol out of his arteries and, for a few intense seconds, he forgot everything else... all his petty troubles. It was a scary moment but pulling it off for the first time left him with a thrilling memory that would bring him pleasure for years to come. Oh.. he'd trained for it, learning about trucks, the air currents underneath them, why they changed course or speed, and how they worked. And he'd watched for a while, talked to the other road dashers, and then made his first crossing facing a slow moving truck on a narrow road. He progressed to wider roads and faster trucks, and eventually even groups of trucks. Some of the old chickens said he was crazy risking his neck on bare scorching asphalt. But he knew some of the young ones secretly dug it and admired him for his courage. But that was not the main appeal of the dash. It was assessing the risk properly, preparing for it, dealing with the unexpected problems and making it to the other side with his feathers intact.
The old chickens could never understand, but he never understood how they could lead lives completely devoid of the thrill of the risk.
And that is why the chicken crossed the road.