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Thinking this to be ludicrous but realising how late the time is getting, the salesman accepts. 10 minutes later, after being shown how to control the chicken, he is back on the M1 heading north.
At first the chicken and chariot is trotting along the hard shoulder slowly. The salesman wants to go faster. He cracks the whip. The chicken immediately responds and sets of down the middle lane at about 50mph. 'Wow' thinks the salesman. I wonder how fast it will go.
He cracks the whip again, this time much harder. The chicken bolt into the outside lane, braking out of the harness and disappearing over the horizon at about 90mph. The chariot, now out of control crashes violently into the central reservation resulting in a major pile-up.
As he regains consciousness, the salesman, realising the disaster which he has caused sees a policeman leaning over him and asking 'So what’s your story then?’
He replies, 'Well officer... My big 'ens gone!'