Very close to "El Palmito", in San Luis Potosí, México there is a road where only the trailers pass, Every day you can see the speeding trailer caravans, if your car breaks down, you will not see who stops to support you, for so if you come to these parts, you better bring a tool and a lot of courage, because it is say that there are assaults every day, also "it is say that a lady dressed in white appears like the weeping woman, she does not say anything, but it is not very rare that she stops In front of the avenue where there is no one, to see the cars go by, it seems to me that he likes truck drivers.
On one occasion the fog was so thick that you could hardly see the windshield, the truck in which we were riding was going around the wheel so as not to get off the road, on one occasion we almost fell into the ravine, i not because the driver was very experienced.
A little further on, one of the tires went flat, so the driver rounded the truck as far as he could, so that it would not hit another trailer, he quickly took out the hydraulic jack to change the tire, but it had no crank, The driver asked me to find something to spin around, I walked towards what looked like an abandoned bicycle workshop, when I got there I found useless bicycle tires and some scrap metal, but nothing that could help us, I walked a little further ahead and under a cardboard box I found a small steel bar that could very well serve us, I took it and went to the truck, but suddenly, a lady in white was right in front of me,
-What a f..?, what a scare you gave me- I said to the lady.
-calm gentleman, I'm just out for a walk.- say the lady
Still scared I looked at her better, she was really beautiful, she was wearing a white coat that was the only thing that covered her, but suddenly she took it off and started dancing while mixing with the undergrowth, I saw her get lost in the thick fog, while I was still I was recovering from that very pleasant meeting, I took the bar and went to the truck so that the driver could put the spare tire. When we got there, the driver asked me why it had taken so long, I just raised my shoulders without saying anything, he changed the tire and we slowly moved away from that place.
Several months later, on a sunny day, we passed by the same place, a small mausoleum that was next to the avenue caught my attention, I asked the driver to stop. When I looked at it closely, I saw that he had a handwritten sign that said "Here lies Perla for being careless". According to the engraved stone, he had died about twenty years before the event.
A year later, I changed the sign to the phrase "Rest in peace Perla, a true lady", and since then every year I bring her flowers and when the fog is thick I come to meet her, but I have not seen her anymore.