Hola a todos, bienvenidos a mi blog.
Hace poco mi amigo estuvo de cumpleaños. Cumplió 18 años y no lo veíamos desde hace una semana más o menos. Su ausencia y que se haya vuelto mayor de edad dio a pie a muchas teorías conspirativas acerca de su paradero. Muchos de sus compañeros de clase comentaban que le habían visto en las inmediaciones del centro de la ciudad comprando alcohol, otros decían que fue a un antro a debutar o como cliente o como trabajador, sin embargo, yo hacía caso omiso a dichos rumores y esperaba que llegara con un pedazo de torta de su cumpleaños al cual no me invitó.
Hoy es jueves. Con el día de hoy hubiera sido una semana sin saber de él, hasta que al salir de clase íbamos caminando por la universidad y nos encontramos a Ramón. Le reprochamos que no sabíamos nada de él, y también le reprochamos que no hubiese traído torta, sin embargo, argumentó haber traído algo mejor que nos iba a enseñar: su moto.
No podíamos creerlo. No estaba mintiendo, de verdad compró una moto. Resulta ser que el día que cumplió la mayoría de edad su papá lo llevó al concesionario a que elegiera la que el quisiera y eligió una "Toro", y no había venido por andar haciendo las diligencias (que ni siquiera sabíamos que existían) de comprar un vehículo.
Ramón nos mostró su moto y nos sentimos como niños con juguete nuevo. Todos nos montamos por turnos para comprobar si la moto era de las buenas, y efectivamente, es buenísima. Cuando la trajo todavía tenía algunos de esos plásticos que traen las cosas nuevas y nosotros se las terminamos de quitar mientras el se molestaba porque violábamos la garantía de "El toro".
Fue muy divertido montarse en "El toro" y hacerle bromas a Ramón acerca de cuando sacaría la licencia para ser mototaxista, pero fue mucho más divertido aún cuando dijo que lo estaba considerando ya que debe casi mil dólares en cuotas, y que por ende, consideraba seriamente volverse mototaxista. Jajajaj. Me siento muy feliz por mi compadre Ramón, ya que logró lo que muchos jóvenes como yo quisieran.
Gracias por leer, hivers, hasta la próxima.
Hello everyone, welcome to my blog.
Recently, it was my friend's birthday. He turned 18, and we hadn't seen him for about a week. His absence and the fact that he had come of age gave rise to many conspiracy theories about his whereabouts. Many of his classmates commented that they had seen him in the city center buying alcohol, others said that he went to a nightclub to make his debut either as a customer or as a worker. However, I ignored these rumors and waited for him to arrive with a piece of his birthday cake, to which he did not invite me.
Today is Thursday. Today would have been a week without hearing from him, until we were walking through the university after class and ran into Ramon. We reproached him for not letting us know anything about him, and we also reproached him for not bringing cake. However, he argued that he had brought something better to show us: his motorcycle.
We couldn't believe it. He wasn't lying; he really did buy a motorcycle. It turns out that on his 18th birthday, his dad took him to the dealership to choose the one he wanted, and he chose a "Toro." He hadn't come because he was busy with the paperwork (which we didn't even know existed) involved in buying a vehicle.
Ramón showed us his motorcycle, and we felt like children with a new toy. We all took turns riding it to see if it was any good, and indeed, it is excellent. When he brought it, it still had some of the plastic wrap that new things come with, and we finished removing it while he got upset because we were violating the warranty on "El Toro."
It was a lot of fun to ride "El Toro" and tease Ramón about when he would get his license to be a motorcycle taxi driver, but it was even more fun when he said he was considering it since he owes almost a thousand dollars in payments and was therefore seriously considering becoming a motorcycle taxi driver. Hahaha. I am very happy for my friend Ramón, as he achieved what many young people like me would like to achieve.
Thanks for reading, hivers, see you next time.
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