The Blind Hypnotist

"Do you see this heavy gold watch?"
"Yes, I do, doctor."
"Then I want you to look into it while I let it swing back and...ouch."

Bertha Rules

Unlimbering her 454cc is rather like having a watermelon on a stick. That's a big head. But she's a lightweight overall, with her titanium shaft.
I definitely felt a difference between her and the WarHawk I used before on the driving range, and so does the friend that repossessed it from me. Now he's suffering Driverlust because I'm using this one. He's a long, straight hitter, and admitted the 454 seemed to add from 10 to 20 yards.
For me, it just means a bigger banana ball. When I do uncork a good drive, though, it reaches out there much more.
Overall, I think my pals are envious of it. Lucky me. Now I've got a good club, I've got to find a way to get onto a course, and not just a range.
My eye is the thing that gives me problems. Because I can't blink, every four hours I have to smear ointment onto it, to keep it from drying out. When it's a windy day, I put a patch on to keep grit out of it.
As for walking a course, I think I could if it's flat. (And in Minnesota they're almost all flat.) Of course, I could rent a cart. Maybe I'll do that later this week.
If I do get out, it'll be the first time since April. Oh, Joy.