I would not have grudged him peering into the valleys below when the slim road curved around the mountains, but he was the bus driver. Perhaps his peripheral vision alerted him to danger because he brought it to a stop many times this way, seconds away from newspaper headlines.
When there are headlines we might dig out a truth reached by consensus, or blame a wet road or faulty brakes. But the driver? No, he is safe, for who would believe he was looking the other way?