I was driving to work today past Hollingbury golf course high on the hills to the north of Brighton. As I neared the short par-four 14th I saw an elderly guy on the tee ahead of me.
The road runs right alongside the hole and there’s been many a time in the past when I’ve carved one into the oncoming traffic and nearly killed some young family in a Mondeo.
Anyway, the old chap took an almighty swing at his ball and proceeded to slice a low bullet of a shot out of bounds and right towards my car.
Fearing the worst I veered to the left but I couldn’t avoid the exocet heading my way. Before I knew it, the ball had smacked into my wheel, smashed off my hub cap and, get this, bounced back into play.
As I pulled over to check the damage (only a small dent), the bloke apologised and then, amazingly, chipped up to about two feet.
I didn’t stick around to see if he made his birdie but if he did he owes me big time. Not the car in question.Words by Gavin Newsham Pictures by Sifaeli Tesha
Remember Me