Okay...this needs a bit of prefacing. A few years back, I was invited to a company golf outing, and the truth of it is, I stink at golf. They invite me to these things because I'm the golf equivalent to the rodeo clown. The one thing I do like about golf is looking for lost balls. It's like an Easter Egg hunt. The goal is to find as many balls as you can. But after having driven all of my balls into the water hazard, I vowed to hold onto my last one and take it with me on my upcoming trip to London and Paris, to make up for my otherwise short drives...and thus my Max Distance golfball became Max Distance, Traveling Companion!