Televised journey to the Opa-Loka

The truck full of Cheddars is scorted by Speed Racer through Manchuria, on the dry winter routes of 1975

its main rotor smells like used pants, and it's saluted by the hellacopters of Unicef, with Communist permission.

Unbeknownst to the motorized procession, an extrasolar Eye is monitoring every movement by means of silvery antennae, as the convoy reaches the coast, and gets amphibioused to dive to the electric isles of Japan.

The ascension through the rocky shores of Nippon is full of difficulties, though necessary is the arrival at the warehouse where the cheeses are stored


the Japanese TV transmits the whole periplus in a spasm of popups and shouts in idiom full of throaty brusquenesses.




Is in this moment when you see the convoy passing by, from your ovoid tribuna, under a galaxial chasm that is totally pasmoso.


The nocturnal vacuum is black cielo & cobalt over your head.