One looks towards the bus and makes an empty gesture with his clenched fist. Then he grins, flashing his white teeth. The young men coming back from their physical exam duck their heads and laugh. All of the trucks have their yellow headlights on. The convoy seems to have no end.
Vehicles continuously pour out over a distant railroad crossing at the base of a hill.
The advance of so many identical vehicles creates the illusion that the procession is going around in an endless circle, the same trucks passing by again and again. It seems as if it will never end. In no time at all, traffic has piled up behind the bus as it continues to stand aside for the long procession. The final vehicle in the convoy passes by. The bus begins to move again.