Here's embarassing. I had cold turkey quit golf for 10 years. My St. Louis customer, company owner, told me, in no uncertain terms, that I would bring my clubs because we were going to tee it up. So I dug out the clubs, I couldn't really remember the brand until I saw them. Wilson Staff irons, and I forget the woods, but vintage 1992 or thereabouts. I took them a club guy and at least had the grips replaced.
So I show up at the plant for a week. Middle of week he announces we are playing. This is the high cotton guy who belongs to Old Warson. I put on my vintage 1994 Footjoy Classics with the metal spikes. They looked brand new because I had purchased two new pairs just prior to quitting. We are standing in the Pro shop, and someone notices my spikes. A look like, "What century are you living in, you boob?
The locker room guy is summoned and in no time, at no charge, the spikes are replaced with softies. I played badly that day, but the spikes played a minor role.