Day 10 - On Buggies

I think it is right to say that most humor is born out some sort of struggle, mishap or hardship. On this leg of our adventure, these have been few and far between!  Most of our days are spent with a brief stint of exercise followed by lounging, reading our books, eating deliciously safe club-house style lunches and dinners.  No octopus balls here! (Although there is a strange thing referred to as beef bacon...)  Seriously--what is there to make light of, when most of it is being spent lightly already?

That being said, there are some curious things that are curious enough to merit sharing.  One such thing is the omni-present "Buggy."   As in "May I call a buggy for you?" "Would you like a buggy?"  "Shall I slow the buggy down so you may pass?"  "Would you like a ride?"

I am told the resort covers 42 acres, and since most resort patrons are as lazy as I am, they have "buggies" to whisk you to one part of the resort from the other.  "Really," you ask, "Buggies?"  Well, if you are misguided enough to wear your white jeans and strappy heels for a cocktail at the bar, and find yourself tottering on the quarter-mile walk there across a very pebbly path, they seem to make an inordinate amount of sense.  That is until you realize not wearing jeans and heels makes even more sense, at which point you return to the original query.

There are several types here: the Double Seater "Club Car," i.e. Mini-Van of the buggies; the cozy Baby Buggy (a new sport coupe of the buggy line up).  T, ever inquisitive, asked how many there were on the property (17), if they were electric (yes) and if anyone had ever crashed one (no.  well actually yes.  a new driver just after he had gotten his license.  we had to let him go). We are also tempted to ask another question regarding nomenclature - isn't a buggy pulled by some sort of dromedary? Isn't this a golf cart?  T counsels me that the latter is just as inaccurate, given the lack of a course.

After about 8 buggy rides, I think I have found the answer to the buggy question.  The best ones are always at night.  Are always with a bit-too-fast of a driver.  Are always the ones with you sitting backward, facing into the darkness.  And as it lurches and takes a bend, you can't help but to laugh, and as it whips and you grab for the bar, you can almost feel like you are a kid, a kid on Mr. Toad's Wild Ride.