Or how a Chevy Chevette is like a golf swing.
So relatable! That is why I am a fan doc. Mine was a 69’ Chevelle and I didn’t k on what it was when grandpa brought it home. Wasn’t until my best friend told me it was likely the fastest muscle car in the hood. Got 5 speeding tickets and a reckless driving citation and mom made me sell the car. Was sure a lot of fun while I had it.
I took two golf lessons and Golf Ranch in Lebanon recently. Helps to have a few things to work on at a time instead of playing the guessing game on the whole thing. Sometimes I wish life were like that. Just give me a couple things to work on...sometimes life gives you the whole thing at one time! That’s when I appreciate TML the most.
When I hit a topper, and go to the next shot, I make it a point to press each club head down into the ground as I set up behind the ball and feel it there before I take the back swing. Then I remember to hit under the ball where I felt the ground. It works for me every time. Glad you reminded me before I start a game tomorrow. I've been out a couple of times this year, not bad as it could be. It's a game I love to hate...and a game I hate to love $$$.
I had a 77 chevette just like the one pictured. Yellow hatch back. Pretty sure I bought it for like $2100.00. Lasted for years. But it had a massively rusted floorboard as well. Found this out during a rainy day driving on Rte 4. Hit a stream of water and it was like someone had sprayed a hose right in my face. Couldn’t see a thing. After the shock of it we had a huge laugh.
Post a video of your golf swing. I’m sure there are plenty of golf “pros” that would be happy to provide input.
Aluminum block engine. You’re killin’ me. I forgot about those. Think about it. There were engineers working together to fire living humans toward the moon at the same time auto execs were scheming how to squeeze every nickel out of the American public.
Dodge rust-bucket dart, pinto, rambler, and chevette ... all in the top ten worst cars
Greetings from Tucson where Day 1 has my Bridgestones and Titleists taking hard lefts all morning long. Last year everything off the tee went right. This year the exact opposite both on and off the tee. I feel ya.
I too had a VW Beetle with rusted out floorboards, and the passenger seat rocked. Once I ran over the horn. It had rusted off. I felt a wheel hit something as I was pulling out of my driveway. I got out, picked up the metal piece and examined it. A small round speaker shaped thing with a rusted bracket. Hmm, it must be the horn. I chucked it into the back seat , never to be beeped again.
Doc, in your case, you have frugality shanks from hitting too many free range balls.
Your hands tighten as you tire. Tight hands lead to a tight body which leads to an ugly swing. That ugly swing then infects your game which leads you to chase more free range balls. Bypass the range and practice putting for two weeks.
Problem solved. Guaranteed.
Doc, we're going to have to share "no floorboard" stories. Mine (or what was once mine, since it actually completely disappeared at about 70 mph on I-275 near the Milford Rte 50 Exit) was a VW Bug. Yeah, we'll have to have a cold beverage and share those warm memories. Yikes!
My first car was a 1959 gas station Jeep. My dad bought it thinking he could attach gang mowers to it and it would be a good first car for his oldest daughter with her newly minted driver's license. The thing was to gosh-darn heavy for mowing and slid down the slope on the side of the yard, so the Jeep became my transportation to school and Dad bought a John Deere riding mower.
One winter I parked the Jeep in the garage, remove the rust with some smelly pink gel and painted over the hideous green and yellow with an eye-popping purple. I stuck on a white racing stripe, and sewed faux snakeskin seat covers. For awhile, it was the most coveted car in the McNicholas High School parking lot. Rusted out floorboard and all.
Until Dad was taken by the sky blue 1962 Corvair convertible in the car lot at the corner of Beechmont and Burney Lane. It had the same issues with oil as your Chevette, and we replaced several clutch assemblies. I love that car still, 50 years later.
Going forward I am going to name my lousy golf swings Corvair. Thanks for the inspiration.
Doc - Have you read 'Dead Solid perfect'? by Dan Jenkins - the author of one of the funniest books ever, 'Semi-Tough.'
Not sure what car to compare my golf swing with. But I'm pretty sure it was manufactured by an American automaker between 1975 and 1990. It rattles, shakes, emits a foul odor when I accelerate and occasionally diesels after a particularly bad shot.
Since this is a "Nothing"day, I'd like to recommend a good documentary. It's called Once upon a time in Northern Ireland and is available on PBS.org.
I thought it was very even-handed. And rather than recycling a bunch Ian Paisley and Gerry Adams rot, it highlighted those who were made wiser by the struggle and those who and worked for real peace. Anyone interested in a reliable history of the "Troubles" in NI between 1969 and '98 should really appreciate it.
The worse car anyone in my family ever had was my brother's Fiat in the early 70's. He bought it new and it was very fun to drive but maintenance was a nightmare. The clutch had to be replaced 3 times in the first year and he was an easy driver. If you remember Fiat's commercials at that time, they were always chase scenes where the car made a lot of complex maneuvers to escape. However, the car always went of a cliff or crashed at the end of the commercial. There is a reason for that. He sold the car after a year and bought a bright orange Z28 Camaro. It was always easy to find his car in parking lots.
You writing about nothing is better than nothing at all.
Higher lofted fairway woods are a lot more forgiving than irons fwiw. 7 & 9 woods are great for those that struggle with the 160 to 190 yard shots.
Our second car for us kids in our family was a 68 yellow Buick Skylark, four door, V6. A real looker! Used to call it the Chips car because it was the kind you would always see in that motorcycle cop TV show back in the 70s. Anytime they had a car chase scene they would always use old beaters, like ours, that wound up getting wrecked. My sister, brother and myself all drove it in our latter high school years before I rear ended a guy with a boat hitch and totaled the front end. Dad had paid $750 for it, later sold it for $250, so $125 a year for the 3 of us. Only issue was a temp gauge, thing was overheating in the dead of winter!