Buses.

My faith in Indian transport is restored! Last time I only had the pleasure of traveling on trains for my long distance journeys. This time I've felt the joy that you can only get from a near death experience: the community bus.
Some charity should really be shipping playstations or the like to India so these drivers can satisfy their fighter pilot fantasies without endangering public lives. Still, the attitude/faith held by these people has to be admired and it does seem to get everybody from A to B on time and mostly in one piece;
It doesn't matter that my bus is 100yrs old and held together by string and tape,
It doesn't matter that we have 150 people on a 60seat bus,
It doesn't matter that my conductor is hanging from the flapping back door as I race over a high bridge,
It doesn't matter that I'm mapping out a new roller coaster course on route,
It doesn't matter that the road resembles a Curly Wurly,
It doesn't even matter that my brakes are screeching out a passable Wacko Jacko impersonation on each corner.
Hey, as long as the flashing LEDs on my framed holographic deity are still working then we're all okay.