I hate it with a burning passion.
He then told me to "f*** off and stop being a f***ing nuisance or I'll have you removed. We pay to use the facility, you know!"
"What? You will have me removed from a public bridlepath? By whom? You can stick your golf clubs up your a***, mate!" (and a few other choice insults), was the reply. I was absolutely livid!
Surely golf would be a more challenging and interesting game if it was played over unkempt terrain rather than immaculately cut lawns?
This reminds me.
There's a golf course near us which has a public right of way/footpath over it. It's the sort of place where you can almost hear junior "executives" sucking up to their bosses.
Anyway, there are a couple of signs on the public right of way bit which cross the greens, which actually instruct pedestrians to "walk quickly", basically to get out of the golfers way!
Needless to say, at that point I become a sporting giant in the discipline of sauntering...
There is a golf course near me which was built in the middle of pristine woodland in the 1970's (would never be allowed today, but there we go).
Naturally, they bulldozed all the trees and put up fences and charged exorbitant membership fees to make sure that only Wayne and Waynetta Footballer could come and enjoy this santized, toy-town monstrosity.
They re-routed the bridlepath round the edge of the course and in some places it comes right up against the fence, which in places is a four-foot high hedge. In one place there is a teeing-off bit right by the hedge and on the other side is a lovely bit of trail with some lovely steep sections and drop-offs.
Once, I was riding circuits to try to nail the whole upper section without braking (never managed it - too pussy!). Each time I hammered past, I noticed some golfers gathering by the teeing-off bit. On my third pass, one of them stuck his golf club out over the hedge and waved me to a stop.
He then told me to "f*** off and stop being a f***ing nuisance or I'll have you removed. We pay to use the facility, you know!"
"What? You will have me removed from a public bridlepath? By whom? You can stick your golf clubs up your a***, mate!" (and a few other choice insults), was the reply. I was absolutely livid!
There is a golf course near me which was built in the middle of pristine woodland in the 1970's (would never be allowed today, but there we go).
Naturally, they bulldozed all the trees and put up fences and charged exorbitant membership fees to make sure that only Wayne and Waynetta Footballer could come and enjoy this santized, toy-town monstrosity.
They re-routed the bridlepath round the edge of the course and in some places it comes right up against the fence, which in places is a four-foot high hedge. In one place there is a teeing-off bit right by the hedge and on the other side is a lovely bit of trail with some lovely steep sections and drop-offs.
Once, I was riding circuits to try to nail the whole upper section without braking (never managed it - too pussy!). Each time I hammered past, I noticed some golfers gathering by the teeing-off bit. On my third pass, one of them stuck his golf club out over the hedge and waved me to a stop.
He then told me to "f*** off and stop being a f***ing nuisance or I'll have you removed. We pay to use the facility, you know!"
"What? You will have me removed from a public bridlepath? By whom? You can stick your golf clubs up your a***, mate!" (and a few other choice insults), was the reply. I was absolutely livid!
This is one big aspect of the game over here - the whole snobbery thing. It doesn't exist in, for two places I actually know of, either Ireland or New Zealand, where it's basically just another everyman's sport, and no-one cares if you turn up in BMW or an old Toyota. (Skiing's the same in NZ - local clubs have time-share on crude huts up in the Southern Alps, and once a year everyone piles down there for a week of downhill 'n beer. Costs a few quid - no posh gear, no pack drill.)I don't play myself, and neither do I watch it but I grew up being dragged around golf courses. My Dad started playing golf when he was quite young and it wasn't a status thing at all in NI, almost every single holiday involved golf in some how... he had a small set of clubs he would take with him and go off for a day or a couple of times we even stayed on golf courses in France as our holiday. I feel guilty that I never took to it ... nor did any of his children or partners. I do hate the snobbery that goes with golf - one time we went for Sunday lunch and a BIL wore jeans ... we had to wait until he had gone home and changed before they would serve us.