http://www.elnuevodia.com/blog-dama_de_ ... 64923.html
It is a section of the paper where a fictional Family - The Riveras - write about things and issues they "see" during their car trips through the Island.
Since the original is in Spanish and the Google translation did not work, I translated it below...
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Lauraminatrix is not a cybernetic identity. In this case, in the Puerto Rican roads during a Sunday, Lauraminatrix is a rubber woman that shares the seat of Miguelon's bike.
Customized to his liking - the bike - it has drawings of skulls, lighting bolts, and even a bleeding heart over the black paint. There is nothing discrete in this biker combo.
Lauraminatrix is another thing. Even when she has characteristics predetermined by her maker, combining the strong plastic odor of her white / pink skin with her hair painted bright yellow and her bright red lips that always appear to pronounce the letter O, she had been able to define a style.
She wears a neon green top and a tutu in neon pink, matching the black bandana printed with pink skulls that ties her to the black leather vest used by Miguelon. All risks calculated, the bandana is needed to avoid the chance of flying away from the bike during the long trips on the highway or on the steep curves on the interior mountains.
Miguelón and Lauraminatrix had gone from one end of the Island to the other together. She likes everything and nothing scares her.
" A biker riding alone through the island on a Sunday is a shame. I'm not into feeling sorrow or dealing with annoyances..." Miguelon explains to other bikers while drinking a beer on a street kiosk, all looking Lauraminatrix who awaits on the bike. Tied down.
The annoyance had been the courtesy of ladies too "jealous and possessive" that rode with Miguelon in the past. The excessive security keeping his rubber lady tied down comes from bad experiences.
"A few kids ripped her from the bike and dragged her on the asphalt. I saved her, but there is still a souvenir on her hand. That's the reason of the bandana." he explained.
"Can you lend her to me?" asked one of the bikers.
"Oígame compay, deje esa manía, baile con la suya que yo bailo con la mía..." **, Miguelon sang while leaving the table.
Lauraminatrix hugged him and went on collecting miles.
** That is an old popular song in PR. A loose translation is "Hey pal, stop those manias. Dance with your wife, that I dance with mine"
