Am I a homeless vagrant? Hitchhiker? Charity case?
My last two rounds, I've walked the entire 18 holes carrying my bag. Both times I played with people who were riding. Both times I was constantly offered rides, help, assistance, etc. like I was disabled or something. They looked at me like they felt sorry for me--like I was mentally deficient because I wanted to walk. (I assure you I have no problem keeping up. I am always the first person to reach the next tee, and I'm usually the last person to hit my approach--so I'll be ready when it's my turn to hit.)
Excuse me, but I thought I was the one who was actually using my legs--not cruising around in a rambler like George Costanza when he faked a handicap to get better parking.
I have no beef with people who ride. Why do the cart-bound think I'm mentally challenged because I choose to walk?