What’s the Big Hurry?

Perhaps the most surreal and post-apocalyptic safe-driving PSA of all times. But then again, 1974 was a trippy year.
     Posted By: Paul - Mon Sep 26, 2011
     Category: Accidents | Anthropomorphism | PSA’s | 1970s | Cars

No blood, no babies smashed and broken, no bodies with arms ripped off. Things sure tamed down from when I had to "watch the film" in driver's ed.
Posted by Expat47 in Athens, Greece on 09/26/11 at 10:50 AM
I had to watch "the film" as part of an advanced first aid course. I couldn't look at a plate of spaghetti with red sauce for months without gagging.

In Illinois "the film" was one shot by the Illinois State Police titled "Death on the Highway" and it pulled no punches on the crispy critter and gore front.

BTW - Whats up with that "music"? It sounds like the soundtrack from a really bad 50's Sci-Fi flick.
Posted by yogi in Kennesaw GA on 09/26/11 at 11:37 AM
Sounds like the score from 'Forgotten Planet'.
I found this to be oddly effective. Angry driving, drunk driving,show off driving, racing,inexperienced driving, too big a hurry, and bad weather driving were all covered. It reminds me of a poem from Dear Abby's column years ago called 'Please God I'm Only 17'
The day I died was an ordinary school day. How I wish I had taken the bus. But I was too cool for the bus. I remember how I wheedled the car out of Mom. "Special favor," I pleaded. "All the kids drive."

When the 2:50 bell rang, I threw all my books in the locker. I was free until 8:40 tomorrow morning! I ran to the parking lot, excited at the thought of driving a car and being my own boss. Free!

It doesn't matter how the accident happened. I was goofing off -- going too fast -- taking crazy chances. But I was enjoying my freedom and having fun. The last thing I remember was passing an old lady who seemed to be going awfully slow. I heard the deafening crash and felt a terrible jolt. Glass and steel flew everywhere. My whole body seemed to be turning inside out. I heard myself scream.

Suddenly I awakened; it was very quiet. A police officer was standing over me. Then I saw a doctor. My body was mangled. I was saturated with blood. Pieces of jagged glass were sticking out all over. Strange that I couldn't feel anything.

Hey, don't pull that sheet over my head! I can't be dead. I'm only 17. I've got a date tonight. I'm supposed to grow up and have a wonderful life. I haven't lived yet. I can't be dead!

Later I was placed in a drawer. My folks had to identify me. Why did they have to see me like this? Why did I have to look at Mom's eyes when she faced the most terrible ordeal of her life? Dad suddenly looked like an old man. He told the man in charge, "Yes, he is my son."

The funeral was a weird experience. I saw all my relatives and friends walk toward the casket. They passed by, one by one, and looked at me with the saddest eyes I've ever seen. Some of my buddies were crying. A few of the girls touched my hand and sobbed as they walked away.

Please -- somebody -- wake me up! Get me out of here! I can't bear to see my mom and dad so broken up. My grandparents are so racked with grief they can hardly walk. My brothers and sisters are like zombies. They move like robots. In a daze, everybody. No one can believe this. And I can't believe it, either.

Please don't bury me! I'm not dead! I have a lot of living to do! I want to laugh and run again. I want to sing and dance. Please don't put me in the ground. I promise if you give me one more chance, God, I'll be the most careful driver in the whole world. All I want is one more chance!

Please, God, I'm only 17!
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Posted by Patty in Ohio, USA on 09/26/11 at 12:00 PM

I think you meant "Forbidden Planet" with Walter Pigeon, Ann Francis and a very young Leslie Nielsen. The music was weird but the movie was way ahead of its time.
Posted by yogi in Kennesaw GA on 09/26/11 at 12:07 PM
That's the film! We peons down state should offer multitudes of thanks to y'all from "The Big City" for loaning it to us. 😉
Posted by Expat47 in Athens, Greece on 09/26/11 at 12:21 PM
Back in the winter of '64 some woman pulled out in front of me in her brand new Lincoln which I promptly hit with my '39 Plymouth. The drug hers to the junk yard and I fixed mine in 15 minutes with a wad of gum and the jack. (Hole in radiator and fender up against the wheel.)
Posted by Expat47 in Athens, Greece on 09/26/11 at 01:05 PM
I was born in the summer of '64. Just sayin'.

'Forbidden Planet', that's the one! Thanks Yogi.

@ kdp, I think the idea was that some cannot safely drive a bug (or anything else) at 80MPH dear.
Posted by Patty in Ohio, USA on 09/26/11 at 01:16 PM
80MPH just about get me out of the drive way and that's on the scooter!

80MPH is the speed limit on most of the highways around here (85 on some) but if you're not doing 90+ you're bottling up traffic.

@Patty: Almost one of those young whipper-snappers aren't you?
Posted by Expat47 in Athens, Greece on 09/26/11 at 01:25 PM
CLICK HERE for a YouTube video of Krell music by Louis and Bebe Barron.
Posted by yogi in Kennesaw GA on 09/26/11 at 02:09 PM
This film is so sad. All those great cars cut down in their prime...
Posted by Salamander Sam in Chicago on 09/26/11 at 05:48 PM
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