Riding through a golf course is a no-no but I did do it once.
I was trying to get home before a thunderstorm started, so I cut through the Bobby Jones GC in Atlanta to
get to the neighborhood on the other side of the course. I stayed on the cart path. As I got close to leaving the course, I
hear yelling behind me. I look back and see two guys in a golf cart closing in fast.
I made it to the other side, turned and yelled "Sorry!" to the guys. The passenger hops out and gives me the finger as I
pedaled away down the road.
Yeah, I'm a badass.
Scene of the crime