offered it several times but avoided him indecisive, but deep inside if you imagined that ran free in the wind. In the porch of his home, spend the afternoon watching their friends to the stretch of road between the dock of the Texaco and the dining room of the Chinese.
- And you, how you learned? Pancho asked.
- In many falls! Replied sitting on the seat and with the right foot on the pedal, holding the handle a little bent.
- So is it difficult to learn? He asked uneasily.
- is about balance and win. I learned on the grass of the hill, so many I have not replied in a tone Chimonas presumptuous.
- Chiva fall and break! Said to rise from the bench beneath the shade of almond trees.
- Dale then one of these days you lend it to look I'm your broder "said Pancho, turned and went down to the road.
Pancho ran behind, preventing stones down, to hit the road turned to the Texaco dock until you reach the curve. There were Juan, Javier, Orlando, José Manuel, Martin and Pancho awaiting the starting signal. Juan Ramón those accommodated were too stuck preventing some the other. "You know, no chicanery, which push the other is disqualified," he said. They turned to see how trying to figure out the intentions of the opponent.
dock workers and sailors of the fuel tanker that pumped into the tanks left their work and approached the road. The trucks stopped their march Booth giving time to the start of the race while the inhabitants of the houses in the path in front of tanks, waiting for their passage. At the finish, in the very back of the Chinitas high, the machine shop workers were waiting in the barn netting.
"At one, two, and ... to three, "cried Juan Ramón and time stopped for a moment. No sound was heard no more that the grinding wheels by contact with crushed blue stone in the road and anxious panting runners in a desperate effort. Passing against the slope, ending on the platform at the home of Mrs. Marion, watching people screaming because they were paired with encouragements. In front of the house Ubence at halfway, José Manuel left the race for the explosion of the rear wheel, while Juan and Pancho took the lead leaving behind Javier, Orlando and Martin.
mechanics In the eagerly awaited goal. The time keeper employee of Booth served as judge at the finish, as indicated by a line spanning the width lime of the road before reaching the back of the room. Leaving their jobs for a few moments, after the mechanics gave the signal to spotting halfway there.
In the last section, between the end of the wall and the goal netting, were still even and everyone thought the race would end in a draw. Behind them, people ran to see who would be the winner. Suddenly, fifteen yards from the end, John tried to take the lead by moving to one side of the road, preparing to turn before reaching the goal and the front wheel is on the loose stone encolochó, losing the stability of seconds while Pancho passed swiftly on the sidelines. All spectators cheered. "In the next you earn," said Juan and shook hands while the other riders came to celebrate the triumph of Pancho.
Javier few weeks later lent the bike and from the first drive tipped the balance necessary to cover the stretch to his house. I saw him go, his face showed happiness, flying in the wind with a certain fear of falling. Months later he was one of those who competed on that stretch of road. Bikes were good, those who tell them "mountain" tire and heavy scissors pedal brakes. They were happy times.
Ronald A. Hill
New Guinea, RAAS.
Saturday, May 14, 2011 
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