Editors note: this is a guest contribution by Adam Shake

When I was a kid, my buddy Carl’s parents had a golf cart.  It was a small blue one with outdoor carpeting on the floor boards.  Open to the sky with a freshly charged battery and it begged to be driven, and oh boy, did we drive it.  A bit too long as it turns out, and there was Carl’s Dad, waiting on the front steps when we arrived home 2 hours late.

The only thing that could have made that day better would have been if the golf cart had been a Chrysler Pea-Pod.

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