The real explanation, as it usually is with these haunting correlations, likely involves a third actor backstage: economic growth and urbanisation. As prosperity crept across the 21 years we're examining, Americans both ate more chicken (cheaper protein, industrial farming ramped up, restaurant chains proliferated) and cycled in cities more (urban renewal, bike-share programmes, environmental consciousness, the slow realisation that cars are terrible). We were also, crucially, adding roughly 2.3 million people to the country—more people means more chicken consumption and, proportionally, more cyclists meeting misfortune on asphalt. Neither chicken nor bikes caused the other; prosperity and population did the heavy lifting, and the statistics just waltzed along together like passengers on the same train who happened to keep the same schedule.