In a comment to this post, Tom wondered “Doesn’t every golfer have a golf cart story?”
I know I do, several in fact.
The first golf cart story occurred before I even played golf. Back in the seventies when I worked at Merriweather Post Pavilion, we had a small fleet of golf carts which we used to get around the property. One summer night when the outdoor theatre was dark, we had a picnic for our crew of high school and college kids. At some point in the evening someone came up with the bright idea that it would be cool to have a golf cart race around the perimeter of the grounds.
I should also note here that I was one of the supposedly responsible adults at this party. I was also a college student at the time.
In short order two of the swiftest carts were selected and each was assigned a driver and a copilot. I was one of the drivers.
Off we went into Symphony Woods towards the Crescent property in what was then called the Green Parking Lot. We did not have lights. At some point we angled back to the pavilion and shortly headed down a slope. That’s when cart number two grabbed my slim lead and then abruptly flipped over as it hit something.
Though no one suffered permanent injury one guy did end up with seventeen stitches in his arm.
The golf cart on the other hand, is another story.
Got a good golf cart story to share?
Drop me a note at wordbones@verizon.net.
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