
This is one of those stories that will never measure up to being there and seeing it for yourself. We were on a par 5. I was alone with the cart at the top of a hill. I started down the hill in the cart under complete control. As the cart proceeded down this steep hill it quickly gained unsafe speeds. Being the careful driver that I am, I gently began applying the brakes knowing that if I didn't slow down I would have problems making the hair pin turn at the bottom of the hill. As I applied the brakes, the wheels began to lose traction, the cart began to turn sideways and I lost total control of the missile formerly known as a golf cart. The next thing I know, I am on two wheels instead of four about to slam into the edge of the cart path. Hitting the cart path created a catapult action that launched the cart onto its side, sliding further down the cart path with me inside the cart, moving along with the cart so as not to get crushed. It is a scene that is very difficult to describe. It created quite a spectacle. After the other guys discovered that I was not dead and only minimally injured, laughter to tears ensued. That laughter continued with even more tears when it was revealed that driving the cart was more like controlling a high speed orbital floor buffer. Yes. The wheels are pointing in different directions. This is one story that will hang around for years to come at our pastors' retreats. We truly had a wonderful and refreshing time together.




