Sunday, November 25, 2007

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New cultural forms of integration II: The guys from

In our previous edition, we present a group of young people who share long hours each day on the bikes. We said at that time to this group:

we track a group that does not fall from the classical categories, but passes through parts of the three. It is generally like that, you have a bike and a taste for it, then one gets together and perhaps share with a ATV, which is not highly regarded even today.

The group in question is space Condor Bikes workshop meeting. There in a very narrow cut in a populous neighborhood south ROSAR ino joins a motorcycle repair shop and a paint-also present in this case. Each learned the trade as a kid, with another few years laburando larger. The doors are open to the great and never cause problems to any neighbor, except when they try a motor. In that same space is where the roast is done prior to the bite, where the data is pulled from a laburo-many are cadets, where suffer from a dead friend . The workshop ends resignifying social fabric, making the integration is not so much because all are fierreros but because everyone "plays" the bike "Condor", and over the plays with the owner, accompanying each step to a few seconds of relaxation and explanation "for the next, you do so ...".

Maybe now earns image sharpness, and to focus on the group, we chose to show some snapshots of their lives:

Vito

In solitude Room, hydrated by screens of different sizes to perform the most inviting, inviting only a spectator, the least, was withdrawn in sleep more Javier known as Vito. The figure of his face a bit thick, haggard, accompanied by a thin mustache that no longer has earned him the nickname of Vito. happens that one of the roasts used in the workshop someone remembered the legendary Godfather and over drinks more he thought he had left the screen in his memory to sit beside him.

De Vito screens in his room, shed from the wall about statism, not so much for its location but for what they emanate: frozen images in an instant, repeated ad nauseam in the retina of the inhabitants asleep. The other, mobile content, did not vary too much from static. All screens Vito as the wheels go to the gums, always in pairs, static or mobile, revolve around the same. The bike and mine, recurring presence in his life.

While some messages are removed chatted glittering in the smallest of those windows. They're called nd the kids. Today, Friday is the day that we run, and Vito have a machine in the shop almost ready. While closing the shutter of the largest of the windows - which also refers to two wheels only in three dimensions - let you know that everything is ready, all he is missing.

Andrés
seems tired. The fingers are obscured by fat, under the fingernails is a crescent dark reaffirming the beginning of the finger. In fact, one sees nothing but nails black spot on each finger. They long for use and not neglect. Music and bike, the bike and music. This explains, for those who like to understand without too much questions, its generally peaceful aspect. Safe to assume one could say that the peace that demonstrate their words, their silences, their movements, referring to an image so rare in the everyday.

you like to be called Valentino, and as he never stops running. is abysmal. The reasons why the workshop moves swiftly, in contrast to the incredible tranquility that has to be expressed at the p oralizar Ensar and feel. Experienced and expressed at the same time, a pace that allows it, to be monolithic.

avocado now is to rebuild a newly purchased bike. Sure it's not new, is arguably something out of a crate in the shop, except for spare parts and even correcting them, soldering, re-use. Nothing is waste, everything can be rather comparable to the scrap. It goes back to over and over every small mechanical device until it just disappears - or so it looks like - between the engine speed. Valentino in this is magical. The only thing that does not recover is uninspiring. The central concept for non-profit and pleasure dislocated, exchange value and use . For him, the dimensions are merged, as his personality, monolithically.

Javier

The workshop not only is the meeting place. There laburo, daily iron in iron passes to gain some weight. You can tell he knows what he does, in fact, some time ago that many bikes entrusted to prepare. In fact - and he knows - is preparing to do magic, but I like to think that everything he touches becomes part of you. Here you experience, not an excessive ego, just a form of appropriation, of dignity that goes far beyond pay for work done.

Dream

probably own workshop, a large space, with all the necessary tools, with good contacts for parts, with the same people you are dealing with today. Will probably have it. Moves as many passion. It can not be called otherwise known as enough to aspire to a job at General Motors . According to some say over the plant a while back but decided to leave, not vague, but by boredom. They also say they do not understand it even here, can go elsewhere, to make cars and win more.

He stays. Not being held at the absurd idea of \u200b\u200bprogress no matter how or where. Does what he likes so well that one, after knowing him, he regrets not having a little, just a bit of care and safety.



be fanatical and being isolated are not terms that are conjugated. Yes or other common meeting space defines his love for two wheels, hence his passion is not just an individual taste for expensive toys, has a richer background than that.

From the experiences we can know, in general, the space part of the workshop meeting of the neighborhood. That's where they converge prepared irons, those that play or just painted, that give a hand. In every neighborhood there is a workshop Rosario, usually full of young kids who get together to go to meetings or bites, even they can organize.

See what they see when they are above the bike is not possible, see what they see when they are not fixing. View each other, with the irons, with stories on their backs when they enter the workshop is something else. Release the bag at the entrance and no one asks for them, seems to render a tribute to space. Of course, not everyone is like, but the group of the kids together. Play with the cards unchecked.
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