Vinyl, curve-accommodating terminus

By this time the step-van had no name painted on it at all; we were the last house on the street and perhaps in the whole neighborhood still taking deliveries, doubtless more of a nuisance than a mainstay: the delivery man, a different person every week, would accelerate as soon as he had swung back into the seat and put the van in gear—he had a whole city of isolated sentimentalists to cover.

Nicholson Baker, The Mezzanine.