by Ken Hinckley
Only a forked thatch of pavement separates men like Poulan from your doorstep-- any doorstep. Miles of road, miles of byway, miles of interstate.
Poulan devours the miles.
Within every man lurks a monster, within every monster lurks a man. Fate rides on the millions of miles that pass under a man's rig, and the secret loss that propels Poulan over the horizon.