Antonio and el motoconcho

This is Antonio. This is how I get around Sosua and Los Charimicos. Yesterday, there were 4 of us on the moto, two kids, Antonio and me. I often picture my death, falling from the back of it. But so far so good. Actually, I don't piture my death, I picture extreme pain for a long time. I wouldn't be lucky enough to die quickly, I'd be all cut up and bloody with no hospital nearby. (just joking dad, it's perfectly safe)