One of the best things
about the golf cart is that I can drive it with
impunity. I'm not the world's best driver in the slippery, rutted
driveway, and I have a tendency to try to push the envelope, driving
the golf cart in conditions when it would be better to leave it at
home. Often when I just get a bit stuck, I can disembark and push
the cart free by leaving one foot on the gas pedal. But when the
two wheels on the right side of the golf cart are in different ruts, I
have to call Mark for a bit of extra muscle.
You would think we'd
have to slave over the above situation for hours, but Mark just lifted
up the back of the cart using the spud bar while I pushed the back
wheel up onto the center island. Then I got in, Mark lifted the
back of the cart again to keep it from bottoming out, and I gunned her
out of there. Elapsed time: 3 minutes. Motherly impression:
"Awesome!"