Dust flew into the air as the slight rubber tread of the golf cart wheels gripped the dirt and rocks of the road leading to the water front. Brandon shifted his weight into the turn, the cart responded and he moved on the outside of the curve to get in front of Amanda. Amanda was only watching Brandon in the other cart failed to see the low hanging tree branches. After getting hit repeatedly in the face, she let off the accelerator. Brandon and Amanda pulled up to water front, Brandon climbed out of his cart gloating.
“Don’t flatter yourself 17” Amanda said getting out of the golf cart she was driving.
“Ok, I’m 18 years old actually.” Brandon said grabbing the large inflatable Rabbit on the rack on the back of his golf cart. “ok I’ll be 18 in September.”
“Yeah till then you are still 17 and a more mature in my driving.”
“It was your idea to race.” Brandon said, trying to lift the over-sized rabbit. Struggling to even lift a corner, “are you just going to stand there or…”
“Yeah I’m kinda enjoying watching you try to pick up it up.”
“seriously this thing is heavier than concrete,” Brandon said sitting down on the ground, “or really like a big rock. How can something rubber be so heavy?”
To be continued…
[editor's note: this story is 99% true]
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