It was his inner sanctum, a place where he’d go to be by himself, a place where he could work with those incredibly strong hands of his.
Arnold Palmer’s workshop is a place like no other. Today it stands as a witness to his total love for golf and everything golf. Arnold love to tinker with his clubs and you might simply call him a club hoarder because man, did Arnold have some clubs.
There are hundreds in his workshop, a place where lead tape and leather grips were his best friends. Arnold would put the grips on his clubs, the old style leather-wraps. He wanted them just right, he knew exactly how big they needed to be to rest comfortably in his powerful hands. He loved lead tape. You could find it all over his irons and on the back of drivers, fairway woods and putters.
He was a craftsman who knew exactly how he wanted a club to feel.
Today, engineers and guys in trailers craft clubs to fit modern players.
Arnold was into fitting for himself before fitting was cool.
His workshop is silent now. His failing health took one of his great loves from him.
You look at the hundreds of clubs there in his Latrobe workshop and it’s just a small sampling. There are thousands in the warehouse close to it, a warehouse that holds more golf memorabilia than you can imagine.
Not sure what they’ll do with all of it.
It is and was the Fortress of Solitude for the man everyone called “The King.”