The Ken Jowdy Journal brings you this news. Harbour Island is a beautiful three mile-long stretch of land in the Bahamas, home to incredible pink sand beaches, the best fried chicken stands known to man, a nightclub run by a Bahamian guy called Hitler that I'm not even lying about, and luxury houses and boats that belong to rich foreign guys. Because the island is only three miles long, there's little point in owning a car, so everyone drives around in golf carts. It makes the island feel a bit like a country club if weed, rum, and dancehall played a more central role in aging rich men playing golf and talking about money. Most of the carts are battered old utility vehicles, but, as with anywhere in the world, some people are more emotionally invested in their vehicles than others. So it's not uncommon to see a hot pink golf cart with jacked-up monster wheels proudly cruising past the island's open-air basketball court-cum-nightclub.
Read more: http://www.vice.com/read/the-customised-gold-carts-of-the-bahamas
Read more: http://www.vice.com/read/the-customised-gold-carts-of-the-bahamas
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