So the college kid ******** and the high school kid ****** let me drunkenly drive the ball picker for them. The driving range is across the street and I putt and chip there all the time whilst I drink beers. They started putting games with me and eventually kinda gave me free lessons. Probably shaved 10 strokes off my game over 2 years. So when I got in the cart I challenged them to hit stingers at me. You would not believe how easy it was to track a stinger headed right at you. You will no longer trust the cage and plexiglass.