They seem to take golf carts REALLY serious down where we were staying. I always figured they just sold these things mail-order or out of the back of golf-pro shops…. apparently not.. or at least not in a big golf town like Myrtle Beach.

Right next to the RV store at the front of “the compound” was,… get this… a golf cart dealership. Complete with showroom, repair desk AND accessory mod-shop.

It was just like you’d see at a car dealership… only miniaturized.

Lift-kits,knobby tires and alloy wheels were the most popular mods for these carts… But I also saw some driving around with those little “glow kits” that throw purple light on the pavement below you as you drive. Funny how pop repeats itself.

I personally liked the stripped down rental units with their clean white bodies, vinyl applied numbers in helvetica and a single, simple round mono-headlight… (They just “seemed” more futuristic in a Logan’s Run kinda way to me).

Chad’s folks model is pretty basic – which was just fine…. Sure, we got our share of looking down upon from the post-mid-life crisis guys with their lifted, glow-kit installed, boiler-plate clad, Harley Davidsonâ„¢ limited-edition carts…. But it was hours of fun to pass by these guys and estimate just how small their cocks must be.

“Wow… sorry about your penis.”

*what?*

“Carry on with Jesus”

(the northern accent throws ’em every time.)

moohahaha

I’m not blogging.

*what?*

I said I’m hot dogging.