While at RV East, we took a bike ride in the surrounding neighborhood and discovered the Oaks at Kincheloe Golf Course. As we rode back to our campground, I asked Mrs Ram if she was interested in a round of golf. No was her answer. How about a bucket of balls on the driving range? No. I knew Sparty would not be moving.
Yet I still wanted to stop at that golf course. I considered grabbing my bag and walking. Over a mile just to get to the first tee was more than I really wanted to do.
A couple of clubs velcroed to the bike was enough for the driving range.
