Four years later the summer came with Corridas de alegría (1982), one of the most free, joyful and untapped movies in Spanish cinema. It was not a good title: it seems that Andrés Vicente Gómez got mad. There are runs and there is joy, but it was infinitely better than Gonzalo and Javier had put him: On the fly. Premise: a trilero without luck (Javier GP) and a guy who has just escaped from jail (Miguel Ángel Iglesias) to burn all the clubs of the gangster that sent him to the maco, become the sevillian Sevillians of Kerouac and Dean Moriarty, They pick up a jaranera lady (Isabel Pisano) and they throw themselves to the road ready to have a blast. A road movie with a script, but open to everything that will be found along the way. And what they are finding exceeds any forecast of the viewer.