As I said in my last post, Barb had
done a number of inquiries about golf carts and was told that there
was a fellow in the park who bought and refurbished golf carts. He resold them at a reasonable price but people in the park told us to
expect to pay about $1500 for a refurbished golf cart.
A different fellow in the park was
selling a golf cart and had marked it down from $1600 to $900 because
he was going back up north the next day and was selling his place.
Barb quickly got me out of my comfy
chair and down the street to see it. We took it for a test drive. We
went my sister's place to get her and her husband's opinion. They
noted that it had brand new batteries that were bought in January
2012. The batteries are normally the most expensive part of the
cart.
They also noted that it had a new roof
and rain cover which is the second most expensive part on a golf
cart.
So we went back to purchase it but
found out that the guy wouldn't take a cheque. He wanted us to pay cash.
We didn't have that much cash. I gave up and started to walk home but Barb tried to talk him into taking a
cheque.
While Barb was trying to convince him
to take a cheque, I went to a neighbour's house and she said that I
should talk to the fellow at the park who repairs golf carts. She
said he offered the guy $800 for the cart and the guy wouldn't take
it. We phoned the repair guy and he said that it was a good deal at
$900.
Eventually Barb convinced the guy to
take a cheque. It turned out to be helpful we knew the neighbours.
So he felt we were trustworthy enough.
So we had a golf cart. It was a nice
baby blue colour and had some decals on it. We were told that every
cart in the park had to have the owner's lot number on it, so that if
we drove badly the people in the park could report us to the
management.
Also there were decals on the cart that said “Ed and Alice”. It turned out that the guy we bought
the cart from wasn't Ed and his wife wasn't Alice. He said the cart
came with the house when he bought it. Those must have been the
names of the people who had the home before him.
We had the cart for a few days and it
started to give us problems.
When we stepped on the accelerator
sometimes we
would press ten or twenty times before we could get the cart going. This was embarrassing if we were at a stop sign and there
was someone behind waiting for us.
It was also a bumpy ride. Barb noticed
that one of the tires was smaller than the others.
Then one of the headlights went out.
Also Barb wasn't happy that battery
charge dial didn't work. We didn't know when we needed to
recharge the batteries. She was out one time with Sarah and the battery
died. She was a long way from home and had to push the cart home while
Sarah steered. Not only that it was raining hard at the time.
So Barb made an appointment to have it
looked at by the golf cart repair guy in the park. She told him
about the problem with the accelerator, the head light, the small
tire and asked him to install a battery charger dial.
The repair guy was busy hosting
relatives for a week. So he couldn't look at our cart right away but we
waited until he was free. Then he came by and picked up the cart and
gave Barb a loaner to use while he was fixing ours.
I didn't get to drive the loaner but
Barb said it was a cadillac of golf carts and made our cart look
cheap.
Anyway, the repair guy had our cart fixed in a day or two. He found a rusted wire connecting the
batteries to the accelerator and replaced it. He put in a new
headlight. He installed a new battery charge dial.
Barb was happy with all that but she
asked him what he did with the small tire. The repair guy said it
was just a little flat. All he did was pump it up. It wasn't
actually a smaller tire.
We became the talk of the park when
people found out that we thought the tire was smaller than the others and it only
needed to be pumped up.
But it was all good now.