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Show Flying - 106 them s t o r i e s , " says Arkwright. He used to drive a semi for a living before he e n l i s t e d , and he now drives the ten-ton tractor that pulls the switchboard van. "This l i t t l e old h i l l don't hardly look big enough to hurt nobody," he says. "You f l a t l a n d Okie drivers don't know nothin' about h i l l s . You're just too ignorant to be scared. This one's a k i l l e r and i t ' s just waiting for fools like you." They s i t together by the side of the road and watch the semi-trailers come one by one over the crest, pause and shift down, go slowly out of sight around the f i r s t bend, t r a i l i n g smoke. "Shit, them California drivers is a l l chicken," says Arkwright. "You get yourself one good Okie out there behind the wheel, he'd show you how to take that h i l l ." One comes over the crest faster than the others, a red tractor with a big s i l v e r t r a i l e r bright in the sun, smoke from the Diesel curling back over the top. It comes over the crest and, where the others slowed and shifted down, it shifts up, then up again as i t shoots by the three men, howls down the h i l l , and disappears around the bend, accelerating a l l the way. "By God, I ' l l bet that was an Okie," says Arkwright. "There's a boy knows how to r o l l ." Or a Texan, thinks John Henry, who as the truck shot by |