A hundred years ago, I picked up a two-story collection called "Road Rage," which has "Duel" by Matheson and "Throttle" by King. "Duel" is a singularly fantastic book - the textbook example of conflict - and began my love affair with Matheson as an author. "Throttle" is an extremely forgettable story about a truck running down bikers that I'm sure King came up with on the shitter after his publisher said, "Yo, Steve, we want to milk some more money off of Matheson's old work. You mind?" It's quintessential King right down to a MacGuffin having a retarded nickname (a flashbang named "Little Boy") that no fucking meth-running biker would use, regardless of if he had served or not.