On a whim last week I asked our good friend Hiram how he'd go about selling a used golf cart. While the question was posed as hypothetically, it was obvious to all that I was talking about the golf cart sitting in our garage. After 17 years of faithful service, it quit in the middle of a round and had to be towed home. The culprit was probably the batteries but our membership is one that includes the use of the club's carts so it didn't make any sense to spend $700 to replace all the batteries. That was two years ago and although we've talked off and on about the need to do something with the disabled cart, it never found it's way to the top of the job jar.
Take a picture of it, Hiram said. Someone's always asking me about a used golf cart. So I did.
Turns out the first "someone" was one of Hiram's long-time friends and the guy who did all the dirt-moving and irrigation when we built our house. He is a golfer but not looking for a cart to take out on the course; he wants to convert one to a hunting vehicle for his grandson. The Jayhawk sticker is likely to be replaced by camouflage he said this afternoon when it came to pick it up.
And while I'm not into hunting, it's kind of cool that he's getting it to share with his grandson. Kayla's spent many an hour in this cart starting from when she was just big enough to ask Grandpa to take her for a ride in it. She progressed from " driving" it on his lap to actually being behind the wheel. She'll be a little nostalgic that it's gone but she's moved on to real vehicles now. Me? I'm happy to have some extra room in the garage.