38.) The double decker bus lolls on a folding accordion of hairpin switchbacks. Each swerve and yank makes Lancelot gasp over the edge of a precipice. A mountain stands before him as the bus whomps around an impossibly narrow road. The bus driver has put in a DVD, and he can hear the Paramount theme over the speakers as he eyeballs the big black mountain. Another bus driver waves and thumbs behind the bus; around the curve, standing on the crumbling edge of the abyss, is a truck driver wearing an apologetic grin. With blithe hand signals he slows the buses and trucks that veer past him. His truck has stalled halfway up the accordion.