La Motocicleta Chappy de Miguel | Miguel's Chappy Motorcycle

La moto Chappy de Miguel
Ver esa imagen me hizo recordar a mi amigo Miguel, Miguel siempre fue etiquetado como la oveja negra de la familia y del colegio también, en tiempos de cuando nos hacían creer que ser la oveja negra era algo malo, pero para mi era un ser especial mi ejemplo a seguir cuando estudiábamos segundaría, Miguel no seguía moldes, era el que levantaba la voz cuando los demás callamos, el que defendía a sus compañeras de estudio, el que cuestionaba a los profesores, era amigo de sus amigos.
En unas vacaciones escolares se puso a trabajar albañilería compró una moto Chappy roja pequeña, lijera pero con mucho estilo quizás eran los modelos que existía en los años 80, esa moto fue la sensación de todos, todos querían montarse, dar una vuelta con Miguel, menos yo y por dos razones una porque solo me atraían las motos para verlas no para montarme, aun no me siguen gustando y otra porque mi tía era muy estricta si me veía o le dijeran que me vieron en una moto se me armaba un lío al llegar a casa, todos me insistían en que me subiera aunque sea para dar una vuelta corta, jamás lo hice y miren que esa belleza de moto era una real tentación.

Miguel's Chappy Motorcycle Seeing that picture reminded me of my friend Miguel. Miguel was always labeled the black sheep of the family and the school too, back when they made us believe that being the black sheep was a bad thing. But for me, he was a special person, my role model when we were in high school. Miguel didn't follow the mold; he was the one who raised his voice when the rest of us stayed silent, the one who defended his classmates, the one who questioned the teachers. He was a friend to his friends. During a school holiday, he started working as a bricklayer and bought a small, lightweight, but very stylish red Chappy motorcycle. Perhaps it was one of the models that existed in the 80s. That motorcycle was the talk of the town; everyone wanted to ride it, to go for a spin with Miguel, except me, and for two reasons: one, because I was only attracted to motorcycles to look at them, not to ride them—I still don't like them—and two, because my aunt was very strict. If she saw me or anyone told her they saw me on a motorcycle, there would be a huge fight when I got home. Everyone insisted that I get on it, even if just for a short ride, but I never did, and believe me, that beautiful motorcycle was a real temptation.

Miguel en uno de esos momentos de rebeldía y desafío decidió ir a Pariaguan su pueblo natal en su Chappy roja, de Aragua de Barcelona donde vivíamos en ese entonces, yo creo que esa moto fue la tercera moto que yo conocía, antes no abundaban como ahora, cuando me entere que Miguel emprendió el viaje, me asuste mucho pensé tantas cosas que podían sucederle qué tuve que esperar el lunes siguiente después de un largo sábado para enterarme que el único inconveniente que se le presentó fue quedarse sin gasolina a menos de la mitad de camino y que un camión le dio la colas hasta Pariaguan, donde tuvo que dejar la moto por un largo tiempo, hasta que alguien se la trajo en una camioneta.
Miguel siguió con su Chappy de paseo, en ella hacia los mandados a su abuela, paseaba chicas y chicos hasta que la vendió cuando se vino la graduación de bachiller hasta ahí llegó la Chappy y desde entonces no nos vemos aunque nuestra amistad siguió estamos conectados por las redes sociales, ser la oveja lo hizo llegar hasta España ahí vive desde hace más de quince años.
Agradecida siempre!

In one of those rebellious and defiant moments, Miguel decided to go to Pariaguan, his hometown, on his red Chappy motorcycle. We were living in Aragua de Barcelona at the time. I think that motorcycle was the third one I'd ever seen; they weren't as common back then as they are now. When I found out Miguel was going on the trip, I was terrified. I imagined so many things that could happen to him that I had to wait until the following Monday, after a long Saturday, to learn that the only problem he encountered was running out of gas less than halfway there. A truck gave him a ride to Pariaguan, where he had to leave the motorcycle for a long time until someone brought it to him in a pickup truck. Miguel continued riding his Chappy around, running errands for his grandmother, giving rides to girls and boys, until he sold it when his high school graduation came around. That was the end of the Chappy, and we haven't seen each other since, although our friendship has remained.
We stay connected through social media. Being the "sheep" (a term of endearment for someone who is part of the group) took him all the way to Spain, where he's lived for over fifteen years. Always grateful!

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