more Salsa por favor.....!

Allí una vez era un mariachi el-, quién vivió en Iowa….There once was an el mariachi, who lived in Iowa.
He was sad because he did not get many chances to play.
Then, out of the blue, his fate was sealed – he would be transferred to Virginia, where he would play often.
Soon, he would again spin his wheels on the narrow singletrack beneath, leap from lofty log heights, and rumble in the rock gardens of Appalachia and all points eastward.

Again, the El Mariachi rides....

Ride and Smile!