The Hare Scrambles

So far I have written two blog posts with the phrase "Hare Scrambles" in their titles.  I am wondering if anyone today in America knows what a Hare Scrambles is?  Does it have anything to do with the definition of the word  "is?"  Also I am wondering if anyone thinks it is odd that we heard the phrase, "I want to eat her pussy," in a local production of "Avenue Q?"  After seeing this musical I was energized.  It was rife with talent.  Not only were there human actors/singers, there were puppets being controlled by these same people.  I have lost my zest for Avenue Q after a few weeks, and evidently like good film it doesn't stick in your mind....  Well.  It was not unusual to hear this phrase on stage in a Broadway musical, because it was spoken in jest.  It was sung by a puppet exploring his own homosexuality.  The hare scrambles on the other hand is a much more real thing.  Anyone?  Bueller?  I feel very alone in the world.  I have few skateboarding buddies.  I have few motorcycle buddies, except the fellow riders I see on the streets of Fayettenam when I joyride around town.  Often they greet me with a traditional downward pointing salute with their clutch hand as the pass.  It is a gesture found by groundsmen on aircraft carriers in the Pacific.  I find it mildly amusing and wholly satisfying to know that all social injustice in life for just an instant is frozen in time, and all that is important is the camaraderie among fellow motorcycle riders.  It is transcendent.  Deep down I wish that I had more motorcycle riding friends that would accompany me to the ATV Park in Elizabethtown.  I enjoy riding by myself in the dirt in the Cape Fear River Basin, but a few "chase" buddies would be more fun.  Oh well.  Instead I do the Hare Scrambles.  Bueller?  Anyone?  Motorcycle riding is unusual.  Many people get killed doing it.  If you are a safe and conscientious rider, you will live and you will experience great anti gravitational fun.  It is not that different from skating or surfing.  (slight pause to observe the black ant scurry across my Hewlett Packard computer monitor)  I like to challenge myself, although I am an experienced motorcyclist.  Now it is second nature to me.  I have a finely tuned dirt machine, and she responds to my every sensibility while navigating the diverse terrain of southeastern North Carolina.  The most challenging is sand.  We have sand in our back yard soon to be filled with varying varieties of cacti.  Sand under your tires (or in your shoes) can be annoying.  (black ant squashed)  The key to navigating sand is speed.  If you are traveling too slowly, your front wheel will loose traction and just waffle.  If you are going fast enough you will cut through the sand and slide as if you were on ice.  This means that your balance must be good, and that you must know how to control the bike in such terrain.  It is a challenge.  It is a far greater challenge when the path upon which you are traveling is about four feet wide, is steeped in sharp turns, and has moguls.  Anyone?  Bueller?  That is what the hare scrambles is.  I found myself ensconced in a hare scrambles by accident one afternoon at the ATV park in Elizabethtown, North Carolina.  Luckily I am a skilled enough rider that it was great fun.  I'm not sure many people in America are aware of the challenge of the "Hare Scrambles."