The honesty of the Avoda driver is the first thing you notice. The faceplate lacks a flash of large logos and frantic promises. It was a simple, practical design that seemed to stumble into grandeur. That's pretty close to the truth.

It was not Tom Bailey's intention to make a best-selling driver. All he was doing was working on his own swing. Bailey had the same thinking as many amateurs navigating the maze of launch angles and shaft weights: what if I just made something that felt good to me?

He estimated that he might sell a half-dozen. Enough to cover his experiments, maybe, and to justify the cost of the tooling. The weekend, however, arrived. Orders flooded in. The number was in the hundreds, and it wasn't just double expectations. a spike that compelled him to work in customer service and manufacturing logistics overnight. His "accidental" group had grown into a company.

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Success stories that start with curiosity rather than ambition have a particularly inventive quality. There was no pedigree on Bailey's driver. It wasn't co-signed by a Tour expert or created in a wind tunnel. Rather, it developed out of a golfer's genuine dissatisfaction with store-bought equipment.

And it resonated for that very reason.

Avoda's unexpected spike brings to mind a different kind of tale, one that takes place in 1991, the year Callaway debuted the now-famous Big Bertha. The 190cc head was ridiculously big at the time. Unknown. The use of thinner, balloon-like stainless steel walls allowed for the size. It was a strange shape. The noise at impact? Stranger still. Tinny, nearly hollow. People made fun of it. Some people compared it to striking a ball with a soup can.

However, it shot golf balls like a slingshot.

The moniker "Big Bertha" was chosen by Callaway's founder, Ely Callaway, in reference to a German artillery weapon from World War I. The name was despised by his son. It was overly dramatic and combative. However, it was recalled by the public. It remained in place. Professionals were swinging it soon after. Wins ensued. Sales in retail skyrocketed. And Big Bertha became into folklore rather than just a club.

There is more to Avoda and Callaway than just great design and compelling branding. The timing is right. They came at a time when golfers were eager to try something new. The way each story developed, however, is what makes them different. Callaway had access to the tour circuit, money, and marketing power. Avoda has word-of-mouth, a Shopify website, and a good product.

The game of golf has changed in the last ten years. It is currently subtly rebranding after once being perceived as unapproachable or unduly stiff. Young athletes are experimenting with swing mechanics and eschewing attire codes. Conversations that were formerly controlled by Nike or Titleist are now being led by TikTok swing teachers, garage inventors, and niche businesses.

Given that, Avoda's ascent seems especially appropriate. It's more than just a design tale. The goal is to democratize performance.

Bailey's driver sold because it worked well in the hands of real golfers, not because of endorsement arrangements or television commercials. the type of gamers that express frank thoughts online and compulsively test equipment at nearby ranges. Avoda listened, made tweaks, and made further investments. Its secret weapon became that responsiveness.

Bailey changed clubhead designs and optimized his supply chain by utilizing client feedback. His adjustments were reactive rather than theoretical, based on user data and sales trends. In larger companies, where decisions go through several levels of approval, that level of agility is rarely achievable.

Personally, I was struck by how effortless everything seems. A kid golfer I met with recently at a local course complimented the Avoda driver because it "feels like someone built it with actual golfers in mind," not because of its branding. That remark stuck. It served as a reminder that performance marketing is still the most effective.

Not only are allusions to Big Bertha sentimental, but they also have structural significance. At first, Callaway's driver was viewed as a risk. Too big. Too strange. It's too loud. Golfers, however, cherished the distance. In a similar vein, Avoda failed to tick the typical boxes. The name wasn't well-known. However, it was successful. And golfers talk when something works.

Smaller firms had an unexpected opportunity during the pandemic, when major manufacturers delayed launches and supply chains were interrupted. It was seized by many. Avoda thrived in that gap, delivering quickly while others stalled. That reliability built trust—and trust sells clubs.

There’s also a broader shift happening. Golfers today are not just equipment consumers; they’re content creators, reviewers, and micro-influencers. A driver’s story matters nearly as much as its swing weight. The Avoda narrative—a humble start, accidental success, no-frills authenticity—fit the moment beautifully.

Tom Bailey didn’t design a story. He designed a club. But that story followed anyway.

In recent years, we've seen more athletes start their own brands—Roger Federer with On, Steph Curry with Curry Brand, even Tiger with PopStroke. But what Bailey did is strikingly similar in ambition, if less theatrical in presentation. He started from scratch, bypassed the sponsorship circuit, and built something organically.

Now the driver market, once rigid and slow-moving, feels notably improved by this kind of disruption. Avoda has proven that innovation doesn’t have to come from inside a design lab. It can also emerge from frustration, tinkering, and the occasional accident.

Other brands will try to replicate this. Some might succeed. But few will have the quiet charm of a club born not from pressure, but from patience.

By staying small yet responsive, Avoda tapped into something larger than design—it tapped into identity. A driver, after all, isn't just a tool. It's a commitment. A swing choice. A moment of confidence.

And for many golfers, that decision now includes a name they hadn’t heard of a year ago—but won’t forget anytime soon.