When wood meets wood

It is not Tiger Woods, it is about my driver and fairway wood.

I went to driving range for my practice session. It was a good night, started from my SW all the way to 4I, everything worked fine, this was rare and I was happy this night was the night. Since I had such a good experience so far, I wanted it to be completed with driver. Blood was flowing, adrenaline was rushing, mind was beating... After a few loose swing with the driver, I was ready to complete the satisfying practice for the night.

The address was good, the backswing was good and I was excited to launch the first driving shot. On the way down, I heard this loud clinking sound and my swing was blocked. The driver head hit the fairway wood which was rested quietly in my stand bag nearby. What happened when titanium meets stainless steel? They created a crystal clinking sound. Where did this energy released to? It chipped off the nice paint job at the bottom of the driver. This was really annoying to a person who took care of his custom built driver seriously. It took me almost 30 mins and 30 balls later before I could calm my frustration.

What did this incident told me? Three things:
1. When excitement took over the swing rhythmn, I would introduce unnecessary force on the down swing that caused hands to race over torso turning, extending my hands prematurely.
2. My downswing path was acceptable as it was the paint on the bottom heel side of the driver that was chipped, thus my driver was pointing upward at waist height.
3. Never rush, surface beauty does not last.