In these rich and evocative poems, poet Chuck Tripi tells tales of growing up absurd among tail fins and Your Hit Parade, home improvements and alcohol, tales of the tincture of time with its passages and epiphanies, insights, reconciliations and release. Teeming with iconic images of suburban America in the 1950's, Killer Pavement Ahead engages the flourishing and withering of an urge to consumerism in a post-war baby boom culture.