3.) A red-haired woman with gleaming breasts threw her arms in the air atop a gigantic dome as silk flags fluttered at her midriff. Lancelot walked away. Black Rock City reminded him of Tucson, where he was born. The dust flew through the air and the sun beat down. Typical desert stuff. He slept through the burn. He somehow caught up with the art bus though-- Lancelot and a couple other people raced across the playa in bicycles to find it. A microbiologist gave him some pharmaceutical methamphetamine sulfitate.  They checked out the gigantic inflatable that looked like a large nipple filled with nerve ganglia. He tried out the mustache wheel and won Le Mullet, which he pasted on his lip.