When I was much younger, our thing was the Wild Game Dinner. When duck season opened, the kids with shotguns would go get us some fowl. The deer hunters would pull some of last year’s venison out of the freezer (duck season was before deer season). I, being a dead shot with the .22, would collect a bunch of frog legs. A good time was had by all.
They are reenacting the chase scene from “Bullitt”, where they drive by the same parked car and sign seven times.