Finally, all hell breaks loose during Whooping Weenies, a ludicrous documentary that explores the tensions between subversive, 'pit-hair-bearing, bike-riding scum and bloodthirsty, Walnut Creek-dwelling, car-driving fascists. (One cyclist in the movie is Club-ed to death by an irate woman in a power suit, but the bike riders eventually win out with their secret weapon -- a supersonic whoop that sends cars flying.) Fleeing the crowd of 200 whooping cyclists who are drunk on togetherness, trail mix, and/or microbrew, I am suddenly very thankful that I thought ahead and took BART.
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By Silke Tudor