So for my mini road trip last week I drove in Ireland for the first time. I drove from Tralee to Limerick. Weird is not even the word. It totally fucked with my head for the first 20 minutes but then I somewhat got used to it. What was freaky was driving down those really narrow and curvy roads with the locals driving oh so fast and annoyed that you're driving the speed limit.
When we spend the night in Limerick, we ended up having to drive my friend Dave out to catch his bus to go to Dublin but since we were all drinking the night before, he woke up late and he eventually missed his bus. On the way back my friend was too tired to drive back to Limerick so she asked Dave to drive. In theory this seems like a good idea only Dave had never driven an automatic car in his life. Once behind the wheel, he asked, where's the clutch and what to do I do with this bit? Referring to the gears. He insisted he'd be able to drive it and said to me, you work this bit and I'll work the accelerator. Though amusing now, it was a bit unnerving at the time so we booted him from the drivers seat and I drove back to Limerick.
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