I Should Be Arrested. By the Cart Police.

At this point in the summer a blog about my job just couldn't be complete without something about carts and the fact that our lives revolve around driving a course, being a rules official from a cart, and making all the mistakes that young people can make with driving in the woods.

To start, I have to show you the rules.
Keep entire body inside cart should be a no-brainer, right? Well, I always have my leg hanging out the side and sometimes, yes most of the time, I try to drag my shoe down on the ground a little bit. Apparently this is not allowed.

These are the 14 other rules of which I have broken 12 and followed 2 (because it would be really stupid to drink alcohol on the job and I have never had any children around a cart - except that time in Augusta when one of our volunteers put his kid to work bringing water around the course... so maybe I've broken 13?). You can read them and figure it out, but they're kind of hard to follow... People have tried to throw me out, I've been standing up, I've gone up and down the steepest slopes on the course, I never use my brakes to reduce my speed, and I've had up to 5 people in my cart at one time. And then there are all those times when I drive the cart from the passenger seat because the driver seat is out in the sun.

And anyway, I've only been in a bad cart situation once, when I tried to drive over a curb and got my back right wheel stuck over a drain. Apparently these little guys are rear-wheel drive and I needed that wheel on the ground. Oops!