The allure of the game of golf has always eluded me. Most 18-hole golf courses are spread out over between 100 and 200 acres of perfectly good land now ruined for any other use. I understand the fresh air and sunshine aspect of the sport, but there are so many better ways to get that feeling. Like riding a 4-horsepower turquoise art-deco scooter built in 1958. Instead of hauling some sticks around and getting mad about it, you could just throw the sticks into the ocean and ride around on this fetching two-wheeled conveyance.