And the blood goes drip...drip...into the water. And off in the distance a shark fin appears, moving quickly. Very quickly. Could it be, could it be. Yes it does looks like .........edg the knife.
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, TurquoiseB <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: Motocross attracts babes. I would have guessed a town > full of guys. Oh. Guys. Gals. Springtime. Pardon my Duh. :-) > > I discovered as I seated myself in my normal spot at > Villa Lola that the races haven't started yet, They > are not until tomorrow, Sunday. But nonetheless the > cafe is full of people here for the race. And sur- > prisingly, a number of them are not only babes, but > dressed-to-the-teeth babes. We're talking evening > gowns, as if there is a fancy dress ball somewhere > in town tonight and they're already dressed for it. > This is not yer normal weekend crowd at Villa Lola. > > But the crowd is interesting in its own right, and > gives me something to rap about other than motor- > cycles, so here goes... > > What is it about women that they so love to dress up? > Although there are exceptions, men seem to lack the > dressup gene. We'd go to meet the Pope dressed in > cutoffs and a T-shirt if we thought we could get away > with it. Heck, we'd show up for a date with Claudia > Schiffer wearing cutoffs and a T-shirt if we thought > *she'd* let us get away with it. > > Chances are she wouldn't. She's made millions by being > a walking artform, and I suspect she'd prefer someone > on her arm who "gets" that, at least enough to wear a > Kenzo T-shirt with his cutoffs. > > The babes in the bar (sounds like a rock band, doesn't > it?) aren't quite at the Claudia Schiffer level, but > they've done the best they can with what they've got, > and I for one appreciate all the effort. And it probably > *took* effort -- dieting, exercising, makeup, hair, > shopping for just the right dress. It all takes time. > > And I guess it pays off. A couple of guys just walked > up, wearing motorcycle leathers and carrying helmets. > The gals kissed them, far from chastely, but then they > pointed to the duffel bag they'd been guarding, and > then they pointed at the bathroom. The guys took the > subtle hint, and disappeared into it. They emerged a few > minutes later wearing tuxes and looking like GQ models. > Go figure. Love -- or lust, if that's all you see in the > situation -- conquers all, even the bad dressing gene. > > I'm getting the picture here. At a Spanish motocross > event, he actual races aren't until Sunday because > Saturday is for partying down. It makes sense, now > that I think about it. Tomorrow night, after the races, > many of these guys are going to be hurting too badly > to dance. Even if they don't crash, their kidneys are > going to be down around their ankles. Better to do the > fancy dress ball thing the night before the race than > the night of. > > Then they can have fun playing with their toys AND have > fun pleasing their ladies by taking them to a fancy > dress ball and dancing with them. Very wise -- yet > another instance of that Spanish pragmatism I've come > to admire so much. >
