ok ill go first.

Once i got Blitzed at the golf course and crashed the cart into a tree. it was imbarassing for sure but whatever. I just picked the bark out of the grill and nobody noticed.

This reminds me of the movie "Jackass" with Johnny Knoxville...if you have seen it, enough said. Anyway, true story...a couple friends of mine were in a cart together and we were teeing off a 385 yard par-4 that sits about 150 ft. above the hole. It's the kind of hole you try and kill a ball and go for the green. Well the path that leads down to the hole has to wind around a few time because a straight shot would be to steep of a decent. My friends decided to bypass the path and make their own...bad idea (alcohol induced of course). About half way down as they picked up speed they hit a bump and the cart got sideways ejecting the passenger. Needless to say the cart finally stopped thanks to the help of a chainlink fence that ran along the side of the hole with the driver still on board. A 10 ft section of the fence had to be replaced. It is still one of the funniest things I have ever seen.

thats awsome!!!

You havent lived till youve crashed a golf cart

PS-those hot chicks that drive around the course sellin WAY overpriced beer are bad news

One of our group forgot to lock his brake......of course, it began to roll right into............the water hole.......a classic mistake made by many.......

I played golf with my brother the day before his wedding. We shared a cart. In the other cart were his soon to be brothers-in-law, two great jokesters who we had known for years. On one hole, I pull the car up to a water hazard, leaving it maybe ten feet above the water line. We root around for a lost ball (it couldn't have been mine...) and finally give up, drop and shoot, and we return to the cart.

I put it in reverse and hit the gas. The cart lurches forward towards the water. I brake, and try again. Now we're closer. (Did I mention the cart is pointing downhill?) I then realize that the two pranksters have removed my cart key. Long story short, the key won't go back in, we had to call a ranger, and I somehow manage to keep the cart dry.

Oh yeah, we sucked down many, many beers prior to this happening.

Left out the most important parts!

what were you smoking?

who won?

what did you shoot?

These alcohol related stories are scary.

This was part of my little brother's bachelor party, so we smoked well. I had a box each of Ashton VSGs and Padron Anniversary Exclusivos for the three groups of players.

I didn't win. I shot 98 (I'm a 25 handicap).

Not everybody is accurate with the handicap thing. I often see that lesser players fudge downward a bit, while better players say their handicap is higher...

Sound like a great party...golf and cigars...and beer. I'm sure that wasn't the only vice!

This isn't a crash story, but more of a sight gag. 3 friends and I were playing the Legends in Myrtle Beach. 2 of the guys with us were over 300 lbs and they were riding in the same cart. I could hear the cart's bearings screaming while they were trying to get up a hill. We (my golf partner) wound up pushing them up the hill in our cart. It's one of those "you had to be there", but was a sight to see.

This is a bit off topic, but something that I will ALWAYS remember.

I was playing with a friend at this course, and coming back in, there's a long par-3...210, usually into the wind. NO room at all to the right, and it's not too comfortable to the left, either. To the right is a cow pasture with "no trespassing" signs all over the place...and one that says, "warning - electrified fence".

Well, my buddy hits one right. Then another. Finally gets one into the middle. After the hole, there's a bit of a backup, so he decides he's going to go after his balls...and about a dozen others in the dirt. He hops the fence, no problem, scoops up all the balls, and the next thing you hear is, "ouch!!" and "damnit!!" and "#^%&@" and other expletives...repeatedly. I'm asking what's up, and he's sitting there with his hair standing on end...literally...from being shocked by an electrified wire that stands as a barrier to the fence if you try to hop back over!!! I was absolutely busting a gut laughing...he with such bravado and gusto...resorting to collecting wayward golf balls in a cow pasture. I helped create an opening in the fence and he got through, but that has GOT to be one of the funniest things that I've ever seen on a golf course...

And wouldn't you know it? They weren't new Titleist...they were hacked up X-outs, Top-Rocks...crap like that! Worth it, sure. For the STORY!

Here's a fourth hand story that my dad told me . . .

My dad has played out at Pebble Beach four or five times and was once told a story about some guys who were playing with a corporate outing. They had been drinking, and at some point in the round their cart and clubs all went off one of the cliffs. Oops.

The rangers were called and they delivered these guys a new cart and some more clubs so they could finish their round. Phenomenal service. These guys are thinking, "great, we're off the hook." Once the round was over, however, they received a bill for $16K, the cost of retrieving the cart and fixing it.

Total bull****? Maybe. Like I said, fourth hand story. But entertaining.

Now did anyone hear the story about the lawyer who insured his cigars against fire damage . . . ?

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Round of golf for a foursome at Pebble Beach: $2,000. Rental clubs: $350.00. 4 rooms at the Lodge: $1,600. Golfing while intoxicated? $16,000? Priceless! With the price of a round of golf, and the necessity that you stay on the property, that's chickenfeed!

Pebble these days is out of control expensive. Hopefully they didn't take the dive on the 6th, 7th, 8th, 9th or 10th hole...the cliffs there are nasty. Not that 4 is any better.

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I'm guessing the cart had to be completely replaced. But I am also guessing that this kind of thing has happened more than once.

Corporate Doofuses + Booze + Golf = Cart falling off of a cliff. I think the numbers add up.

Don't go right on #6. Or #8. The second shot to the green at #8 has got to be one of the most dramatic in golf...over a huge ravine with waves crashing below, onto a very small green guarded by bunkers.

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Don't go right on #6. Or #8. The second shot to the green at #8 has got to be one of the most dramatic in golf...over a huge ravine with waves crashing below, onto a very small green guarded by bunkers.

# 8 Approach Shot

I put mine in the left bunker...

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Not everybody is accurate with the handicap thing. I often see that lesser players fudge downward a bit, while better players say their handicap is higher...

Exactly right. A guy says he's an 18-- he's a 25, and will just happen to have a bad day the day you play; a guys say he's a six-- he's a two (BIG difference), and will just happen to have a good day the day you play. (In the latter scenario, you will hear how unbelievably well he played as you're opening your wallet).

$16K sounds high for fetching and replacing a cart, even at a place like Pebble... but it's a great story.

In general, you should play to or beat your index about 25% of the time. So, if you say you are a 15 and you shoot ~87 consistently, then you are really not a 15, but in all probability lower.. It's not a perfect system but it has been around for a while. My lame advice is, never play for real money unless you are familiar with your opponent. My problem is that I apparently have an admirable swing motion, but I cannot score any better than the average guy. So, first impressions are usually not in my favor.

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In general, you should play to or beat your index about 25% of the time. So, if you say you are a 15 and you shoot ~87 consistently, then you are really not a 15, but in all probability lower.. It's not a perfect system but it has been around for a while. My lame advice is, never play for real money unless you are familiar with your opponent. My problem is that I apparently have an admirable swing motion, but I cannot score any better than the average guy. So, first impressions are usually not in my favor.

The curse of a pretty swing and a not-so-pretty scorecard! Tough to make any money that way.

I'm a six. Not really-- at least any more.

About seven years ago I found myself getting middle-aged, out of shape and impatient with the amount of time spent sitting in a golf cart waiting for guys to line up each putt like they were at Augusta, so I switched back to racquet sports; at the time I was a nine, and my lifetime low was a very tenuous three, the latter nearly killing me and taking all of the fun out of the game.

Now, I'm just a really good guy to have in your scramble a few times a year.

I have nevr crashed a golf cart, but we did do some crazy things in them when we were teenagers "borrowing" them from the cart shed after hours at the course I grew up on, Radrick Farms in Ann Arbor, MI.

As a teen a friend of mine worked on a course and we would take them out at night, until we put one in the pond one night. That ended the late night golf cart fun.

Had an electric cart die on me on the back nine. Was tough finishing up hauling our clubs and the beer cooler.

Last one. We had a cooler with us that was to big to fit in the back so we put it in the floor board. On our way to the first tee my buddy starts driving crazy, right left right zip, the cooler flies out of the cart and dumps beer out right in front of the club house. To top it off said buddy proceedes to fit the club house with his opening drive. Could not make this sht up if I tried.