... over this past weekend, there was considerable opportunity to ride and transport supplies on electric golf carts. The carts are handy for short distances and small loads. Traversing up and down hills with cleaning supplies, laundry needing to be done, disabled participants being moved about.
At one point, there was an empty four person cart, sitting idly near our work area. Parked, un-used, and very tempting. Extremely difficult to resist hi-jacking for a bit of amusement. Causing me to feel a little itchy for mildly misbehaving, remembering occasions of golf cart glee.
Recalling a time years ago in a resort-y place where people would go to vacation, relax, enjoy the serenity of outdoors. Beautiful, restful retreats planned around professionally designed golfing facilities. Where men, in their competitive mode, bring their high dollar bags of golf clubs to hit and chase little white balls for miles through the woods.
We rented carts, caring nothing whatsoever about the game, and drove wildly along the cart paths. Careening around curves and over hills at maximum speed - which was probably about twelve miles per hour. Driving wildly through the neat well groomed course, speeding from hole to hole, laughing uproariously. Ten times the fun of 'Toad's Wild Ride' at Disney! Great hilarity buzzing up hills and through valleys as we zipped along the asphalt path.
Thoroughly annoying the few early morning golfers who were out playing the links before the dew had dried. As you might expect, we departed soon thereafter, skulking way. With a low profile, like chastened gunslingers slouching out of town. With hats pulled low over our eyes, and smug grins, secretly still amused. We had paid to rent the carts, so what could they do other than make us leave? Which we were smart enough to do before we were reported! Good cheap fun, even if those golfers are still fuming years later....
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