What are the odds of that?

My Dad was driving past a golf course this week in his retirement present to himself – a brand new car, which he’d only picked up 10 days ago. Yes, you guessed it, an errant drive at that precise moment has resulted in a big dent in the middle of his roof.

The good news: golf courses are apparently insured against this sort of thing.

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