GoKart on bid for freedom

I just had to tell you what happened whilst playing a round at my local municipal course today.
We had all driven off the 9th tee, two of us banged one straight down the middle, whilst our 3rd playing partner sliced his into the conifers, so once I had reached my ball I went to help find the errant ball in the conifers, after the stipulated 5 mins we declared it lost and went back to the fairway to play our second shots. Problem was, my GoKart was no where to be seen, as you do get the odd unsavoury character on the municipal, we assumed some toe rag had made off with Geraldine (sorry, that’s what I call her, after the wife), anyway, as the 9th, which is a blind green set in a natural bowl, is next to the shop/clubhouse the others played their approach shots and I set off at a brisk pace to get the pro-shop to call the local swat team and “lock the course down”. You can imagine the look on my face when 175yds later as I approached the green, to my utter astonishment, there was Geraldine hard up against the “10th green this way” sign, motor still running, trying to dig herself into the ground. She had travelled a full 170yds on an unwavering course until she met up with the direction sign, either I hadn’t switched her off properly, or some wag thought it would be a good wheeze to have a laugh at my expense, god only knows what anyone observing her trundling along without the aid of safety net and no one in sight must of thought. I think she must of been a little traumatised as after that I’m sure
I could detect her little knobbly wheels trembling a bit as we completed the round.
I gave her a treat when we got home, a rub down with some warm soapy water and a quick spray with some WD40 to give her a nice shine, I don’t think she will be wandering off on her own again.

“I just had to tell you what happened whilst playing a round at my local municipal course today.

We had all driven off the 9th tee, two of us banged it straight down the middle, whilst our 3rd playing partner sliced his into the conifers, so once I had reached my ball I went to help find the errant ball in the conifers, after the stipulated 5 mins we declared it lost and went back to the fairway to play our second shots. Problem was, my GoKart was nowhere to be seen, as you do get the odd unsavoury character on the municipal, we assumed some toe rag had made off with Geraldine (sorry, that’s what I call her, after the wife), anyway, as the 9th, which is a blind green set in a natural bowl, is next to the shop/clubhouse the others played their approach shots and I set off at a brisk pace to get the pro-shop to call the local swat team and “lock the course down”.

You can imagine the look on my face when 175yds later as I approached the green, to my utter astonishment, there was Geraldine hard up against the “10th green this way” sign, motor still running, trying to dig herself into the ground. She had travelled a full 170yds on an unwavering course until she met up with the direction sign, either I hadn’t switched her off properly, or some wag thought it would be a good wheeze to have a laugh at my expense, god only knows what anyone observing her trundling along without the aid of safety net and no one in sight must of thought. I think she must of been a little traumatised as after that I’m sure
 I could detect her little knobbly wheels trembling a bit as we completed the round.

I gave her a treat when we got home, a rub down with some warm soapy water and a quick spray with some WD40 to give her a nice shine, I don’t think she will be wandering off on her own again.” Steve M.

Steve & GeraldineSteve and Geraldine

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