I don’t think I will ever get used to traveling everywhere in a golf cart. I drive the golf cart every day. We drive to one of the local grocery stores, park in their parking lot, buy some groceries, pack them in the golf cart, and drive home. We drive to the swimming pool. We drive to the “town squares” to dance to outdoor, live music. We drove our golf cart to Glenview Country Club on Sunday morning and had an all-you-can-eat brunch. Everywhere!
It feels like some alternate universe in a Twilight Zone episode.
Many stores and restaurants have special parking lots for golf carts. The local Walmart has curbside golf cart pickup spots. We used a golf cart drive-through when we picked up a prescription at the pharmacy.
Like my Tesla back home, the electric golf cart has no key. It automatically detects that its fob is nearby and enables the on/off switch. When the fob can’t be found, it disables the on/off switch and locks the wheels.
Well, at least that was true until last Friday. We were swimming in the neighborhood pool when I noticed something in my pocket. Oh, No! It was the fob! I placed it in the sun to dry out. When it was time to leave, I tried it. Of course, it no longer worked. We’re stuck at the pool!
I called the number painted on the golf cart’s front. They said they’d have to pick up the cart and bring it back to the shop, but for legal reasons, they aren’t licensed to pick it up at the pool, only our rental house. I’d have to get someone else to tow it to our house. We abandoned the cart and walked home.
Alice called the salesman who had rented it to her. He said he could have the maintenance crew get the cart, but it was after closing time on Friday evening, and the maintenance team wouldn’t return until Monday morning.
He said he had the spare keyfob if I could get it. I checked; they’re three miles away, but I have my bike! I rode out to him. He took my dead keyfob and handed me the spare. Problem solved, right?
I rode my bike back to the pool. The spare didn’t work, and it was too late in the day to ride back to the dealer. I didn’t want to ride home from the dealers in the dark, so I waited until Saturday morning.
First thing Saturday morning, I rode my bike back to the dealer. He took back the 2nd dead keyfob. He said there was nothing he could do until Monday morning. He kept both dead fobs. I felt like expressing my feelings about the now useless rides out to see him but kept it to myself.
The next day, we ignored the golf cart and walked to the community pool to enjoy a relaxing day in the sun.
On Monday morning, we awoke to heavy rain and wind. When Alice turned on the TV, they had non-stop special coverage of the tornado warnings. The storm passed over us and touched down a few towns later. There is no damage here, but there were significant traffic accidents nearby.
When the weather cleared, we learned that they had retrieved our golf cart and were working on creating a new keyfob. They delivered it here in the afternoon, and we took it for a ride to nowhere to celebrate!
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