One of the earliest memories I have is when I was about 3 years old and trying to figure out how to raise the seat of my tricycle.
Good mechanics are literally born with a burning natural curiosity and good hand /eye coordination.
As young as I was, this little fella has me beat.
Not being a smartass, but what a you like at golf? I’ve always thought that the prerequisite of the swing requires a sound basic knowledge of mechanics.
Possibly why I suck at it.
I played 9 holes once with my Dad who played occasionally and a cousin who was good.
In Nebraska, In Mid July.
It was 104 degrees and I wound up tying my Dad.
They said I had a natural swing.
Never had any interest in it after that.
Played once with my BIL, one of his co-workers, and a buddy of mine who is a very good golfer. Had a good time, although we all played badly, can see why people would get into it, and haven’t played since. Except for the kind of course where they have a dinosaur, a pirate ship, and a windmill.
Don’t have 4-5 hours to spend on a Saturday afternoon playing. Better things to do.
Since I am highly allergic to grass, never got the urge to play. Fortunately, NOT allergic to Astroturf, so I am rather good at putt-putt golf. My wife and kids hate me.
I was also good at three-rail billiards since I am good at angles and such. Who knew!?!
My cousin was a avid golfer and we were both 13. He had set up a course with wiffle balls across their backyard and two neighbor’s backyards. We played a couple of rounds and I beat him badly. Never picked up a club before or since and he never asked me to play him again. Most everyone I know plays golf and asks why I don’t. I tell them that after listening to them complaining about their games that I have enough frustration with life in general to add to it by chasing a little white ball around.
I used to play a nine holer course going out of Canby towards the ferry with my dad, he liked to play. I used my mom’s old clubs. I didn’t enjoy it much, but I got to spend time with my dad away from family and obligations and just talk son/dad stuff. I sure miss it now. If only I could spend an afternoon now walking the course with dad for a couple of hours…
I played my best golf on a Honda CR250M Elsinore , best use of a golf course you can find. Bet there’s still ruts out there.
Played a bit on the mini course then mid teens caddied I learned to stay far away from rich entitled aholes who could spend half a day accomplishing nothing I’d rather bust my ass doing a break job and feel like I accomplished something
Every time I’ve been on a golf course I thought it was a waste of 18 perfectly good rifle ranges.
Good on the kid, and you to Phil
I didn’t start taking things apart until I was older than him, maybe 10 years old, and they were radios and TVs. Good way to get a high voltage shock, though. Didn’t start taking cars apart until my big brother got his first, a ’60 Ford.
You and I seem to have followed approximately the same path, SiG. Started out in small mechanical things (clocks, etc.), worked my way up to electronics by 14, by 16 I was an official wrench-bender. From there it was skydiving, Beginners pilot license, ham radio, then computers I guess I was an overachiever. but I most certainly not bored. In my later teenage years I did a LOT of hiking, especially Central Washington State and of course the Cascade Crest Trail.
Now I sit on my fat ass in a padded chair due to a cracked L4 spine with two compressed disks thrown in. Thank God for the Interwebbies, automation, Raspberry Pi , etc. – you get the idea. I can still be active, just not physically. I can’t complain, at least not out loud. Heh
At the age of two, I opened the plug on a plugged in light. I still have the scars on my right hand from the electrical burns.
Chicks dig scars. At least, non-debilitating ones…