yeah...BUT HAVE YOU EVER JUMPED THE CART, MAN???
Back in 1991 I was playing golf as part of the daytime festivities of a bachelor party for a fraternity brother of mine. Well, a few too many beers later, I pushed my drive down a rather steep hill and the cart path was off to the far left. Feeling lazy and stupid enough to ignore all common sense, I drove the cart down the hill, dumping it and throwing me and my friend clear. Next thing I see, the cart has rolled back onto its wheels, and is chugging nicely toward a water hazard.
Yup, six feet under, on its side, dumped all of our clubs in the sediment. Empty beer cans floating on the surface of the hazard. I stripped down to my skivvies, and went in after the clubs, but no luck. Then one of the owners comes riding out on a cart, yelling at me, in my wet underwear (of course, it had to be a woman with me in my soaking tighty whities) "What the hell didn't you stay on the cart path?" I said "It's a little late for these questions now, isn't it?!!?"
Suffice to say, I bought my friend a new set of Pings, and paid the course about $200 to tow out the cart and replace the brake cable. The course sent me a letter acknowledging reciept of my check, and ended it by saying something like: "We trust that you will not be visiting our golf course ever again."
I haven't, but I still play a couple of times a year.
"The deeper you go, the higher you fly. The higher you fly, the deeper you go."