Saturday, October 6, 2012
This place is like Disneyworld for grownups! Here, everyone's second car is a golf cart and you have free membership for life in the many world-class country clubs and golf courses scattered throughout The Villages. We can drive our golf cart anywhere we need to go, whether it's to a restaurant, a town square for free nightly concerts, or to shopping centers -- even through the drive-through lanes at the bank --or Dunkin' Donuts!
Robert and I love going on adventures to see if we can find our way to the many different areas here -- you have to understand it's a BIG place -- for instance, there are several Super Walmart stores here, but our favorite one is six miles from our house on one of the major roads, a road you can't drive a golf cart on unless it is street licensed and ours is not. We found that out quite by accident when a Sheriff's car in the next lane backed his car up to ask us what the hell we were doing on that part of Morse Road without a street licensed golf cart. We apologized and explained that we were new and learning. He pointed out a golf cart tunnel and told us to get our butts off the main road and into the tunnel ... whew, that was close.
Like most people, we now use the specially designed golf cart roads, paths and tunnels to wind around the many golf courses, individual villages, and shopping areas. You can get anywhere you need to go in The Villages -- but first, you have to know where those roads, paths, and tunnels ARE when you're in a golf cart.
Anyway, Robert and I set out last Sunday to find our way to our favorite Super Walmart Center, six miles away, on one of the main drags. We did it -- although we learned something very important on our little trek. On the way home, every time we hit a bump, we heard the blast of what sounded like a car horn. At times, we heard it without even going over a bump. "What the heck IS that?" We both asked, looking at each other in horror, the noise filling the air around us. Even other folks in golf carts gave us funny looks as they passed by us. We asked one couple if they had ever heard their cart do that. They shook their heads and said, "No".
We pulled off the path and Robert called the golf cart dealership and explained the problem. The guy on the other end of the cell phone told him we probably had a short in the horn. He said we could bring it in on Monday and he would check it out. Horn? Hmmm, what horn? Robert asked where the horn was -- there wasn't one on the steering wheel, only a small clip to hold a score card. There was silence on the phone. Then the man calmly explained that the horn was on the floor, just to the left of the brake pedal.
Problem solved. Robert had been resting his foot there intermittently. I guess you really DO learn something new every day, even old dogs like us ... but I wonder how many other golf cart owners don't know they have a horn on board?
Posted by CJ Heck at 12:55 PM