If you would like to order from the grill, press Yes. The golf cart of the future spits out the menu. There is no button for bicarbonate of soda. The golf cart of the future is full of advice. Not even longest hitters can reach green in two.
Some dreams do come true.
The golf cart of the future talks to headquarters, too. Back at the pro shop is an electronic map displaying the position of each cart. If a cart falls too far behind the pace, the course marshal shows up, forcing slowpokes to skip holes or quit. We find that golfers who complain are the same kind who keep playing year after year with their original set of clubs. One of those troglodytes is Karl Berscheid of San Luis Obispo, California, who would rather walk than ride in the golf cart of the future.