Were the Raisinets yummy?
Time to get back to it…AGMA’s back from Ireland!
And I don’t know how to thank everybody enough for sending those good thoughts our way!
M did not trip once nor did she fall ill for days with some strange virus. And she was slurping water like a camel to stay plenty hydrated so no fainting.
But AGMA did not dare celebrate until we stepped foot in the good ole’ USA. One can never be too careful…
We both caught colds but that seemed pretty minor compared to the litany of evils that could have beset us.
The big excitement of the trip came on Day #1.
After landing in Dublin, we picked up our chariot for the next 8 days – a 2017 Ford Focus with the steering wheel on the wrong side.
Five years ago, AGMA also drove around Ireland with another friend. The first few days were on good roads (decode: wide enough for two cars to fit comfortably), so I got the “driving on the left” thing down pretty well before we got to more “cosy” roads (decode: 1 1/2 cars wide and curvy, with rock walls on both sides of the road and a speed limit of 80km)
This trip was a bit different.
Our destination for our first night was the lovely town of Kilkenny. And as many travelers to Ireland do, we went via the beautiful Wicklow Mountains for a side trip to visit the ancient monastic settlement of Glendalough.
If you’ve never driven on the left before, there is a natural tendency for us “right side of the roaders” to drive a bit too far to the left. Some, more than a bit too far to the left. Until the driver gets a sense of where the middle of the road is and how the car should be centered, they are doomed to hang left for a spell.
On wider roads, this is not a big problem.
On cosy roads, this can result in, among other things, tree branches slapping the passengers windshield causing the passenger to lean to the right in a vain attempt to magically move the car over. Seriously. I’ve been in that passenger seat before and done the leaning.
It doesn’t work.
One of the other things that can happen is that the driver, in an attempt not to graze an oncoming car, moves over to the left too far and goes off the road.
Sometimes they get lucky. Sometimes there isn’t a rock wall. Or trees. Or thick hedgerow. Or sharp, pointy rocks to the immediate left.
AGMA was not lucky that day in the Wicklow Mountains.
Coming down from Wicklow Pass on the way to Kilkenny, I moved over too far to the left to avoid hitting an oncoming car (that in reality was about 2 football fields away…)
BUMP. BUMP. BUMP.
I looked at M. She looked at me and said, “That was jarring.”
“We need to stop when we can pull over and see if the tire’s okay.” I replied.
Round ‘bout that time, some light came on my dash warning me about something gone amiss with a “tyre”. And then the low tire (tyre) pressure light came on.
We made it a few kilometers to Hollywood. Hollywood, Ireland that is. And pulled into a Emo Service Station.
The left front tyre (tire) was indeed well on its way to lifeless flatness.
But a YUGE shout out of thanks to the people of Hollywood who were incredibly friendly and helpful to AGMA and M!
To make a long story short, we got the spare put on, and got a new tyre (tire) the next morning in Kilkenny.
As AGMA advised in my post of March 16…ALWAYS GET THE CDW CAR INSURANCE IN IRELAND!! A-L-W-A-Y-S!!
Did I say that too loud?
The first few days were full of cosy roads, made even more cosy by having to drive directly into the afternoon sun. Normally, NOBODY complains about sunshine in Ireland…
…other than a nervous American driver on cosy roads.
Happily there were no more incidents. Other than backing into a low stone wall which did no damage to the Focus or the wall. The wall has probably been there for 300 years so no surprise it was okay.
We survived. The good people of Ireland survived.
Other than the tyre that sacrificed itself for a greater purpose.
AGMA promises I will finish the final AGMA’s “Easy peasy, stress free travel planning” next week. Until then, enjoy some weird, lovely pictures from my trip.