On my rock, the preferred means of transportation, or trans as it’s commonly referred to, is a golf cart. But not just any old golf cart that your average snowbird tootles around in their South Florida retirement community. No these carts have style. And “style” is all relative to how one wishes to portray their island image. Meaning….anything goes.
On this island, it’s not practical to own a fancy car with hazardous door-dingers lurking the streets and salt air threatening to turn your vehicle into a rust bucket within 6 months, so we can’t be fussed about a Mercedes Benz or an Escalade. We are all aware that certain parts of the world fall victim to mega car companies’ marketing power which use their brand name and price tag to instill a certain status symbol. But here, even the rich and famous drive something modest and /or quirky.  And if it’s not an open-air, slow moving, fuel-sipping buggy with a lawnmower sized engine, then you ain’t carryin’ yo’self proper.
We have massive potholes and some of the narrowest roads you’ll ever drive on, coupled with the fact that the temperature rarely dips into the 60’s, makes the golf cart the ideal island grocery-getter. I actually choose to drive a car, and some days I sincerely regret that decision. We call our car “The Bentley.” Although it’s actually a Subaru, it sure feels like a high class ride when we drive around in it. It has AC, radio, tinted windows and this great feature that the rear view mirrors fold in with the press of a button. But driving a full sized vehicle is stressful and I’m constantly worried about someone dinging my car or parking in my blind spot for no logical reason. (ex. my husband backed into a taxi who angle-parked directly behind him in what normally would be a no-stopping zone, smashed the bumper of our brand new car and then proceeded to avoid coming home for several hours to prolong the inevitable wrath-of-the-furious-wife). So now we only use the The Bentley for special occasions and otherwise use a scooter or our beat up micro van that we don’t mind bumping into things with.
The micro “Man Van” the day it arrived on the Eleuthera Express


The Honda Ruckus – 90 mpg on this hog. Doggie basket sold separately
 
Visitors flock to Harbour Island for its historical charm and for the 3-mile stretch of world-famous Pink Sands Beach. Most visitors are content to lounge under an umbrella for hours, watching the turquoise sea lap against the pink sandy shore. If you are the active type, I’m afraid there aren’t many other options for diversions on this island. Other than catching up on your Vitamin C intake, the second most popular activity is mixing a cocktail and exploring the island by golf cart. For being a long, skinny three mile island, there is a surprising endless-seeming maze of roads that lead to beaches, bars and bays. This can end up being a full day activity especially if there is a bit of pub crawling in the mix.
So with that being said, if on Day 3 of your tropical paradise vacation, you’re feeling antsy and ready to unleash your hot rod on the open roads, here are a few tips to ensure your island transportation adventure is a success.
Rules of the Road
Slow Down & Pay Attention – Most rental carts have speed controls on them so it’s impossible to go fast. Actually it would be unfair for me to use the words “they do not go fast” to describe these carts. No, the correct description is that they operate painfully slow and you will constantly get passed, but that’s OK, you’re on vacation and you don’t need to go anywhere in a hurry. But you learn pretty quickly, the locals have been able to fix the slow glitch on their personal carts, and they love to come flying with unbridled abandon up to an intersection in their speedy carts, looking only in the direction in which they are turning and going for it. Which means if you are coming in the other direction that they chose not to glance in, you are pretty much obliged to give-way by default. If you prefer to play by the American driving rules (that it’s your right of way), you will spend your entire vacation in a fit of road rage, or nearly smashing into other carts who did not, or chose not to look in your direction. Yes, accidents do happen, even at 10mph.
Watch out for Children – Most children on this island walk to school. When school lets out, you would be seriously swayed into believing there are more children than adults on this island. I tend to try and avoid the roads during the 8 o’ clock and 3 o’ clock hours because it is pure child mayhem and it makes whatever road they have collectively chosen to navigate their way home on nearly impassable. There are children from ages 5 to 18 years old in the mix and the younger ones like to weave and dart sporadically through crowds of older children. The older ones love to push each other and inevitably one will push the other right into the middle of the street just as I am trying to make my way through. Don’t hit one.
Watch Out for Potcakes – Our beloved island mutt can sometimes be a terror on the road. I know the exact neighborhoods that they are on the lookout for unsuspecting vehicles but even so, it’s quite alarming have a 70lb dog come running out from nowhere and start biting your tires. It’s especially interesting if you have your own dog in the vehicle and as their territorial demeanor kicks in, a high speed dog fight ensues.
Watch Out for the Polaris – The monster truck of all carts; the Polaris. Good luck attempting to have a conversation if you are sitting in the back seat of one. They are loud and fast and the drivers of them like to maneuver the streets of Harbour Island like they are on their own personal Grand Prix race track. Protect your women and children if you hear one coming. Best not to combine with late nights and alcohol consumption.
Golf Carts are Not Dune Buggies – Stay off the sand. As much as you’d love to spin doughnuts or take your lady down to the beach to watch the stars, just don’t. You will get stuck. And the rental company will not be happy.
Don’t Leave Your Keys in your Cart – OK, so you’re thinking, “it’s a 3 mile island, who is going to steal a golf cart and where are they going to take it?” It surprisingly happens all the time. Tourist goes to bar, forgets to take key, golf cart is found upside down in the bush somewhere, the joy-rider long gone from the scene of the crime. Because of this, the golf cart rental companies actually cruise around looking for their carts with keys in them and will take it back. You’ll have to wait until the morning to collect your cart and it could be a long walk home.
Keep Left – We drive on the left here in the Bahamas and it doesn’t take long to figure that out. Ultimately you will get hailed by a helpful local for driving on the wrong side, even if you were fully aware of it because you were just parking. It happens to me all the time because I’m the white, touristy looking gal.
If it’s Raining, Stay Put – Order another drink or keep on doing what you are doing. The rain will let up. But you will be cursing yourself if you decide to make a run for it. You will get drenched.
And now for your viewing pleasure is a sampler of the unique trans on my rock
The Extended Cab Hot Rod
The Utilitarian Hummer/Golf Cart Hybrid
 
Pimp My Ride – Work in Progress
 
The Antique Woody Convertible


The On-Land T/T to a Yacht, Complete with Custom Boat Seats


The Roadster
 
The Monster Truck/Rally Car/Dune Buggy Hybrid
 
The Safari-Style Land Rover
 


It’s Electric…Boogie Woogie
 
A Crowded Parking Lot
 
Bonus Round – Ingenious Ways to Move Things with Small Vehicles…..