CHARLOTTE — I am riding on a golf cart next to Quail Hollow Club president Johnny Harris, but “flying” may be the more operative word, because it feels like not all four of our wheels are touching the ground. There is so much to do at Quail Hollow in the final days before the Presidents Cup begins, and so much to see in the gleaming miniature city being constructed around the golf course, that Harris has literally sped up the process. I murmur something about the pristine 2,500-seat horseshoe stadium that has somehow arisen around the first tee. “You ain’t seen anything yet,” Harris said, floo…
