If it weren’t for the Argentinean film students who thumb a ride with us we’d never know to save a little wine, and preferably a cigar, for Guacho Gil. He’s like the patron saint of truckers and other macho types the Catholic church of Argentina would like to downplay. But shrines to this cowboy, Robin Hood outlaw protector dot the roadside with more frequency than churches and we are not the only ones who stop in tribute. The dregs of our last bottle of Torrontes are a small price to pay for the privilege of riding through Gil’s territory safe from banditos.
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