Bourgesois Scourge
Golf Carts. I hate them. True there was a time when one of my life goals was to drive a golf cart. Been there, done that. I was the photographer for an amateur golf tournament, The Kumquat Open. They put a keg on the back of the cart and I shot the first nine holes without film in my camera.
Golf carts in the morning. It is 6:30 AM on a Saturday and I am heading down a dark road, trying to avoid a head on collision with a golfer trying to sneak on to the links before dawn. Cheap SOB. This is not a one time event. It happens all of the time.
I have watched them run stop signs without slowing. Few, if any, are legal to be on the road. No brake light or signals. Some decide to get around this by driving on the sidewalk. Not even slightly cool. The other day I was heading home from the grocery store with a heavy backpack. The road I travel is so busy, it is four lanes and no shoulder, that I am forced onto the sidewalk. Now I always yield to pedestrians but what am I supposed to do when a frigging golf cart decides to play chicken with me? I took my six inches of gutter pavement.
I am all for electric vehicles. Lessen global warming and free us from dependence on oil, good idea. Golf Carts on streets and sidewalks, the rotten idea of a lazy bourgesoises. Not only that but they are too damn quiet and keep sneaking up on me.
So, if you happen to see some guy with a ponytail and a big green lumpy knapsack screaming at a golf cart, don’t turn and run. Join the struggle to clean the streets of this scourge.
Contributions for a front end loader are welcome. (Original "Itaian Job")
Golf carts in the morning. It is 6:30 AM on a Saturday and I am heading down a dark road, trying to avoid a head on collision with a golfer trying to sneak on to the links before dawn. Cheap SOB. This is not a one time event. It happens all of the time.
I have watched them run stop signs without slowing. Few, if any, are legal to be on the road. No brake light or signals. Some decide to get around this by driving on the sidewalk. Not even slightly cool. The other day I was heading home from the grocery store with a heavy backpack. The road I travel is so busy, it is four lanes and no shoulder, that I am forced onto the sidewalk. Now I always yield to pedestrians but what am I supposed to do when a frigging golf cart decides to play chicken with me? I took my six inches of gutter pavement.
I am all for electric vehicles. Lessen global warming and free us from dependence on oil, good idea. Golf Carts on streets and sidewalks, the rotten idea of a lazy bourgesoises. Not only that but they are too damn quiet and keep sneaking up on me.
So, if you happen to see some guy with a ponytail and a big green lumpy knapsack screaming at a golf cart, don’t turn and run. Join the struggle to clean the streets of this scourge.
Contributions for a front end loader are welcome. (Original "Itaian Job")
posted by Speedo at 2:50 PM
1 Comments:
Lead on, brother! The golf cart drivers will be first to the wall when the revolution comes...
There's a strange grey limbo between things the require no license or registration--like bikes--and things that do--like cars--where it appears you can get away with anything. Ten year old kids swerving all over the road in my parent's neighborhood in those blasted golf carts. ATVs trying to get permission to drive on the streets of Cheyenne. I might add the "beep-beep" cart driven through airport terminals primarily for the purpose of making those of us walking to our flights step aside so someone else can get to their plane quicker.
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