I am addicted to our golf cart. I love that stupid thing. I'm like a teenager who just got a drivers license. I'll use it anytime to go anywhere that is feasible. But then again, I've sat in a golf cart with a winter coat and gloves to play golf with my husband (in TV and other places) and sat in the cart with a water bottle battery operated fan from Walmart spraying the back of my neck praying I didn't die from heat exhaustion. My husband accuses me of intentionally hitting the ball in the shade so I can cool off.
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