So my Uncle “Pete”‘s best friend “Carl,” whom I know forever, gave me a spare golf driver of his. I’d mentioned that my previous one broke.
So I took it to the driving range today. Just that one club. I gotta say, for a used, unassuming driver, that thing had some good action. I hit the majority pretty straight, far and quick. Surprising since I’m still beat from the gym (chest and back yesterday, legs today.)
When I drove home, I drove around looking for a parking spot as always. Not too much though. I parked then retrieved my golf club from my trunk. I turned around and…
I’m positive that it did NOT fall out of my trunk.
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