WHAT’S IN TOW FOR GOLFERS ON THE GO?
On the flip side, the Golf Association of
Philadelphia Magazine poses a question to
which the responses will be documented
in the pages ahead: “What’s in your trunk?”
Not in the pages ahead: Baldwin, Garner or
Without the trunk, golf – as we know
it today – is impossible. Or highly unlikely
unless you reside within a favorable distance
from the nearest course. Long gone are the
days of boarding a train or bus with your
golf clubs in tow. Or shouldering your golf
bag during a three-mile walk to the club.
These sights are as rare as phone booths.
Most rely on cars to get from Point A to
Point B nowadays.
Enter the trunk.
The keys are in here, in this Golf Association
of Philadelphia Magazine “investigation.”
We examine what lies behind the seats and
above the wheels. In the grand scheme of
golf, the trunk is as vital as the tee. Think
The sun rises on a picturesque weather
day. You’re all dressed up with somewhere to
go – the golf course. Your bag is packed, but
you need a place to put it. You don’t stand
dazed and confused at your car door, trying
to figure out what to do with your prized
possessions. You pop the trunk and throw –
nay, gently and strategically place – the golf
clubs in there. It’s natural; your golf routine
isn’t complete without a trunk.
For some, golf clubs – and your typical
golf accessories – represent the trunk’s only
occupants (necessary roadside emergency
tools excluded). Others Tetris the golf bag
between a briefcase, toolbox, youth sports
equipment and a change-of-clothes bag.
Trunks can look as empty as the Chick-fil-A
parking lot on a Sunday, or as packed as
spectators at a Bruno Mars concert.
This story isn’t a hunk of junk. Doesn’t
smell like a skunk. We’re not in a funk. We’re
showing spunk as we dunk into the trunk.
Alec Baldwin, Jennifer Garner and Samuel L. Jackson ask us,
“What’s in your wallet?” in the Capital One television commercials.
We often answer — sarcastically or seriously, internally or
externally. The response generally doesn’t leave the living room.
BY TONY REGINA