Road fever : a high-speed travelogue by Cahill Tim

Author:Cahill, Tim [Cahill, Tim]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Travel, America
Publisher: London : Fourth estate
Published: 1992-10-22T22:00:00+00:00

"Drive safe," he said.

"There's nothing I can do. They give me the brights every time."

"So?"

"I'm going to nail the next guy."

"Good," Garry said reasonably. "Blind the sucker. He'll lose control, crash right into us, and you'll win. Lie here bleeding in the sand thinking about how macho you are. Real good thinking."

"You're right," I said.

"Remember at the embassy in Buenos Aires," Garry said. "Who was it that said that Juan Fangio was the worst thing that ever happened to the Argentine road system?" Fangio, who was born in Buenos Aires, dominated automobile competition in the 1950s, winning sixteen world championship Grand Prixes. We had been told that every male Argentine driver believes he is Juan Fangio.

"Just ignore the Fangios," Garry said.

I told him that I would attempt to err on the side of safety at all times.

"Remember that waiter at the Canal Beagle?" Garry asked. I understood that he wanted to take my mind off the continuing Battle of the Brights before I became entirely obsessed.

"Zippy 9 "

"Yeah. I thought we had a bad case of Zippy's disease this morning. Did everything real fast. Got it all wrong."

There was a pause. "When I was a kid," Garry said, "I had this teddy bear named Zippy. Larry, my twin brother, had the same bear, but my older brother, Bruce, threw a pillow at it or something. Took the head right off of Larry's bear. So his teddy bear was named Headless."

We discussed our route for a bit—damn! another driver, another flash of the brights—and Garry asked me how I felt. I told him I thought I was good for several more hours. He excused himself, crawled back onto the bench seat in the extended cab, arranged the pillow under his head, and said that he was going to try to get a bit of sleep.

"What's the rule about sleep?" he asked.

"The rule is," I said, "if you think you're tired, you are."

"So wake me if you feel tired."

"Absolutely."

Some Juan Fangio, pushing ninety in a Peugeot, gave me a taste of his brights.

I covered another fifty miles before Garry said, "Headless and Zippy." I realized that he was thinking about his own children.

"Did I ever tell you about this thing Lucy does?" he asked. He

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