Braulio makes the noise Charo needs with his mouth

"The van, Braulio. Do it with the van, not with your mouth." "But with the van it doesn't do it, Charo." "Rrrrr-tack, you said." "Rrrrr-tack. But on the way to Ejea." "And on the way to Tauste?" "Not to Tauste. To Tauste I go loaded." "Get it on the lift." "I've got the round at eleven." "Get it on the lift." "It doesn't do it here." "There's no road here. I'm a baker, not a van doctor." "And I'm a mechanic, not a fortune teller. Grab the keys, we're going to Ejea." "Kilometre four. There." "Rrrrr-tack." "Rrrrr-tack." "Cut the engine." "It's off, Charo, we're coasting." "Then it's the trays." "What trays?" "The nine in the back. They're empty and they slide on the bends. It doesn't do it to Tauste because to Tauste you go full." "Right." "Eight euros of rubber stops. I'm not charging you for the diagnosis." "Charge me." "Why?" "Because I'd rather pay for a breakdown than drive nine trays of bread back home."