Man's World! Dig it or not!

Once in a while I have to give in to my husband's wishes. It keeps it fresh, ya know.  So, because he is crazy about speed, fuel, beer and daredevil acts, we spent the weekend at the Sawmill, Enduro MotoCross Race in Lake County, CA.  I will do just about anything to spend time in our Airstream trailer, and let me tell you, this really pushed the limits.  

We were one of the first to arrive at the event and had "first pick" of the creek bed on which to set up camp.  This is not a virtual creek bed, but a genuine rocky, wet one! Oooh! That's a nice spot...right next to the trickling creek.  Mark had quasi-warned me that this may not be my cup o' tea.  Oh, well, what could be so bad? 

Granted, the serenity was palpable when we pulled in and unhitched the trailer.  Then, an hour later the caravan of S.O.B's (Airstream talk for" Square Old Boxes") began to arrive.  These RV's (several hundred) are gi-normous beasts who take no prisoners!  Toy boxes on their hinde-ends reveal motorcycles galore!  I'm O.K. with that...yeah, right! After all, my husband has his flaming orange 'n' black KTM 300 motorcycle prominently displayed. 

A once serene canyon, with a meandering stream, is suddenly transformed into a testosterone fest atmosphere, with revving engine's, "wheelie" demonstrations and dusty ambiance.  Is this what God had in mind when he created the mountains, creeks and bucolic pastures?  

Time for me to retreat into the Airstream,  prepare the rib-eye steaks, roasted red potatoes, Spring mix salad with goat cheese and balsamic vinaigrette and open a bottle of Zinfandel.  I love retreats. It's pretending and so much more!  

Meanwhile, Mark is in Motocross heaven!  He just can't see, hear or smell enough of the throbbing machinery.  Beer in hand, he is  seriously engaged in "motorcycle speak" with the guys. Strategies for the next day's 80-mile harrowing race are being formulated and dissected.  The age range includes tykes, Boyz to Men and apparently some biker chicks! Good on 'em!  If my bladder were stronger, I'd also give it-a-go! 

But, you know what?  This is guy fun!  Why encroach on their territory?  It is certainly not the romantic and tender fantasy that most women seek.  The soul-searching, politically-correct demonstration of delicate humanity which defines the female species is off on some distant planet.  This is a glimpse into the "Man's -World",  a place that is not for the faint-of-heart. These guys  don't care about dirt, sweat, stink or noxious fumes. They love the deafening roar of engines, the wind-whipped burn on their faces and the tired, aching muscles that render them dog-tired and happy as pigs in shit.

This is the last place that women usually want to hang out and that's what makes it such a great escape for all of these manly men! What Nordstrom's Shoe Stores provide for women, surely this venue is sheer Nirvana for men! 
No one said it'd be pretty. Ride dirty boys!


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