El Chevrolé of Roberdo

I used to know someone called Roberto, though we liked to call him Roberdo.

Roberdo owned a big Chevrolé ("Chivo", how he liked to call it), an infernal machine, which actually was called Chevy

the car was equipped with the most modern appliances, like a mini-ventilator, tapizado de leopardo, and an 8-track player, where Roberdo listened to his Vox Dei and Uriah Heep 8-track quadraphonic tapes, though he called them "magazines".

Roberdo felt a sick passion for speed since hys chyldhood, he just wanted to RUN, because he used to watch Starsky & Hutch and Mannix and Baretta and Kojak.


Fortunately close to his home there was a small bridge, and Roberdo accelerated every time he crossed the bridge, and he crossed the bridge, say, 175 times a day.

These infractions soon caught the eye of the police, and Roberdo had to pay copious mulcts, too often for his own good.

Unfortunately the fiscal penalties didn't stop Roberdo in his quest for speed, and he kept on running and running across that bridge, which wasn't a very solid bridge, let me tell you, and one day, the bridge succumbed under the ardent wheels of the heavy Chevrolé, and Roberdo and his car flew like a toucan, and fell into the nauseating waters of the Riachuelo, putridest waters in the World with venomous metalloids laying on its bottom, according to the World Health Organization (WHO).

Fortunately Roberdo didn't die, and the Chevy could be rescued by means of centripetal sopapa from the abysmal bottoms of that pestilent rivulet.

Once recovered, Roberdo returned to his dangerous adventures, piloting that inhuman bolide called Chevrolé.

Unfortunately the bridge couldn't be reconstructed, so Roberdo went to run to another place:
terrible idea was to choose the Panamerican Highway.

Running at 220 km p/h among all those trucks and cars wasn't a good idea, for sure, and Roberdo lasted only 15 minutes there:
after rubbing dangerously a replete truck that transported "Heno de Pravia" soaps, Roberdo loses control of the wheel, and the car is violently catapulted like a crazy bullet, so that crashes against an enormous jacaranda
the car acquires ignited combustion and Roberdo passes away in the act?

No! Still from the flames Roberdo appears, walking like a ghost in the middle of the Pan-American Highway, semi carbonized and disfigured, but still alive, alive!

Alive!

A Renault Gordini 1967 coming in his direction can't stop, and runs him over, shattering his body in 29 pieces: end.














The Chevrolé was reconstructed, and put in front of the pizzería & pastelería "La Blanqueada", in Sáenz Avenue, as homage and living (sic) testimony of Roberdo Buenasnoches, the runner who, as the years went by, became a myth








or maybe someone who never existed.