” …With Injected Twisted Face. ”
This was a sign on a building seen yesterday as I drove to the hobby shop. Not a small sign, either – big one. Had I not been in traffic I would have driven off the road in amazement. As it was, the puzzling message dogged me all through my shopping – so much so that I deliberately drove back to stare at the sign. The other signs on the building gave it away – the place is a golf shop and apparently injected twisted face technology is something that makes you a better golfer.
Indeed, the internet reveals that this technology is legal as well as technical…to quote TODAY’S GOLFER magazine…
” In 2018 TaylorMade made headlines with their new ‘Twist Face’ technology in the M3 and M4 drivers. This year, they’ve improved upon that technology in their newest M5 and M6 models by coming up with a way to make every driver face they produce on the legal limit of COR (coefficient of restitution). ”
I have not gone past this statement for fear of cooties. The fact that there is a coefficient of something, and that there is a legal limit to it and that this is connected to the pastime of hitting a white ball over grass into a hole seems both diagnostic and sad. I should be ashamed to associate with any sport that needed to be regulated by lawyers, no matter how good the drinks were at the bar when you finished it. The legal eagles might be in there seeking restitution…
There would be the constant danger on the links of either flouting the sports law deliberately or worse – adhering to it zealously. Soon you would be watching others to see that they were not gaining an advantage by invoking clauses and torts and one day you would stand up in the bar and cry ” Mr. Chairman! Point of order! “.
And the portal of hell would open and swallow your soul. And your twisted face golf club.
PS: Have you got your legal qualifications to allow you to read weblog columns? Have it ready for when The Inspector calls.
Or, The Little Engine That Worked For The Local Council.
I have a confession to make – I have stopped asking the local council for permission to do anything. I’ve stopped asking the state government the same question. In fact, I’m even considering cutting the federal government out of the equation when it comes to deciding how to order my life.
I’m not going to go so far when it comes to the wife. That’d just be crazy talk.
But flouting the local authorities would seem to be a good idea these days. I am no longer in receipt of a big income, nor of a pension, so throwing money around for permits and licenses seems like a waste of resource. I am fortunate in that the things I fancy are lawful and reasonably healthy and can be made to attract little attention. I am not fool enough to activate the sumptuary laws buried in council regulations nor the jealousies buried in the hearts of my neighbours.
Case in point: The state government would like to have anywhere from $75 to $100 to register a business name for me. I would like the same amount for hard liquor and model airplanes. Therefore I have named my business to my own satisfaction, to the satisfaction of my clients, and to that of the Australian Taxation Office…without reference to the local Jobsworths. I figure the financial feds trump them anyway.
I also operate a model airplane workshop in my back yard shed. I’d be willing to bet there are a dozen council regulations that might be applied to it, but after getting the first piece of paper allowing erection of the structure 35 years ago I don’t see that it is any of their business what I build in it. If I start to assemble floating mines I will reconsider…
And so on. Our family parks our cars on the front lawn as there is insufficient space for them in the carport. Betcha that’d get a fistful of paper if I were an enemy of the council…but I’m not. They see the rates paid and the bins sorted and the anonymity this gives me is just what I want.
I have long nursed a dislike of government. Note that I am not being specific about which government or where…I am prepared to be suspicious of ’em all. Not because of any conspiracies or bad management …but because the basic premise of them all seems to be ” No “. To that single word you can append any number of others; ” money “, ” permission “, ” interest “, or ” fun “. It might be different in Antarctica or on the moon, but around here it is pretty much all the same.
You can’t sail toy boats in the parks, fly toy airplanes on the school oval, fly drones above the tourist attractions, etc. You can’t build big sheds in some shires, you can’t build big houses in others. You can’t go to some bush areas and you certainly can’t shoot an old muzzle-loading flintlock rifle out in the bare desert. After all, this is only a very tiny little bare restricted state the size of Europe…
You are sometimes allowed to apply for permission to speak to officials…and then you can ask for permission to have fun. They encourage this as it gives them an opportunity to charge a fee for dispensing permission – or refusing it if they feel like it. It can be a matter of some anxiety on their part whether to go for the fee first or wait for a fine.
The surprising thing about this all is that it is generally accompanied by broad and bland advertisement about how our state is the greatest playground in the world and how the government is promoting our best interests. But don’t ask to have fun.
Tiny Hint: Choose an activity that they cannot regulate. Then flaunt it. You’re reading one of them now…