In the 1980s, during my first trip to Disneyland the plane arrive in Los Angeles pretty late. It was in the evening, maybe 11, so I was feeling pretty sleepy. We got on a bus to take us to a smaller shuttle to our hostel. But once the bus got on the freeway the driver, while still driving, actually started reading a newspaper with both hands! Happily we still make it to the transfer point in one piece, but it was as if I’d been injected with caffeine with a syringe. I stayed wide awake the rest of the bus trip.