"I just meant," said Jim Wright, "that you can't drive a vehicle on the highway without a license plate. It wouldn't make a hit with the state police."
"Oh," said Tommy, "I wouldn't let that bother me. I'd drive the vehicle over to the club if I felt like it. I wouldn't care if it harelipped every cow in Texas. I'd tell those state police that I'm driving a vehicle in transit. Understand me? In transit—on my way to get a license."
"Well," said Jim Wright, "you might be able to get away with it."
"Certainly," said Tommy, walking to the bright-red golf cart. "My, my," he exclaimed, "ain't she a beauty?"
"This will be known," said the golf cart man eagerly, "as the Tommy Bolt model Caddy Car. You see your signature there with the bolt of lightning after it? Just like you sign it?"
"I believe," said Tommy, "that she'll go 96 holes on a tankful of gas?"
"That's correct, sir," said the golf cart man. "No worrying about recharging batteries. Terrific power in this engine. We've put it through some tough tests on very steep grades." "It is a beauty," said Tommy. He patted the stomach of the golf cart man. "Protein is your answer, pal."
The golf cart man flushed. "Yeah, I know. I wish I had your waistline, Tommy."
"Protein eats up fat," Tommy went on. "Now, I take but two meals a day. Just coffee in the morning, then maybe a late breakfast at the Green Tavern consisting of eggs, grits, sausage with the grease fried out and hot cornbread. Steak and possibly turnip greens or beet tops and maybe a baked potato for dinner. A little whisky will stimulate the digestive juices. Personally, I favor the brand [Haig & Haig] which used to put half a dollar in the pocket of President Kennedy's daddy for every empty bottle."
"Tommy," said Coach Cappola, "I've got to run along. I enjoyed the visit."