Maybe that means I'mm not a real guy.
After a couple of really bad experiences in my days as a charter skipper/grillmaster, I banished grills from the boat. (Admittedly the offending contraption burned charcoal -- either veeery slowly or explosively, depending on its mood.)
I'm not an early adopter when it comes to electronic gadgetry, but boy was I quick to adopt when human ingenuity moved the kitchen from an outdoor arrangement with firewood in a crude hearth to a completely controllable gas or electric stove indoors out of the cold rain and wind. That advance took millennia . . but today the big rush seems to go back to the Stone Age way of burning perfectly good meat outdoors.