If anyone would know Gene would know, he knows all these China-things. Oh, wait, that was an airplane, this is a bus. Slip to the left. Slip to the right. In an instant I am no longer concerned with the quality of my video.
Trees loom closer still.
Between the trees, between the trees. Murphy is ever vigilant. Mow down the corn, mow down the corn. The front of the bus collapses into my legs. Screams from the rear.