Some facts about Sweden’s changeover - most cars in the country were already left hand drive. Ireland would have to replace most of its cars before or after the changeover.

As for the British “refusing” to adopt the euro, so are the Swedes, who voted “no” five years ago. Then again, they voted against changing the rule of the road in 1955.

Anyway, if you really want to throw off the last vestige of British imperialism, cen fath nach buil tu ag scriobhadh i nGaeilge?

Whatever they decide, I’ll continue to walk and take the train and generally stay out of the way when I visit!

As for other drivers? What other drivers? I just shut my eyes and drive.

I did put quotes around the word accidentally now didn’t I? Otherwise the “officials” around these parts might feel they’d actually have to do something about these incidents if we just walked right up to their offices (they’re all outfitted for weighing in your kill just like the general stores ya’ know) with a stiffening corpse on our shoulders and said “Yo Hiram! I got me another one!” I mean he could possibly in a bad mood or have a bad hangover and might take exception at such blatant-ness. Always pays to be smart about things of this nature.

Glad you solved your right handed driving problems. Must set your mind at ease some. Probably can’t say the same for the other drivers you encounter I’d imagine.

The strange thing I have found is that I prefer driving on the right. I haven’t a clue why. The first time I went to France, I was terrified, but took to it like a duck to water. I have been over a couple of times since and have only caused one major pileup involving multiple fatalities [didn't even scratch my own car]. In fact, I found it damned awkward driving on the left when I got back. So I didn’t bother. I’ve been driving on the right ever since.

Ya’ know, the more I read these excellent Irish type blogs written by you excellent Irish type folks, the more I realize that our beloved State of Vermont which is effectively it’s own nation in every way except by federal law (and the federal government is even scared to mess with us), is more closely related to Ireland and it’s people than one might think…except for the fact that Vermont’s not surrounded by water of course. I mean the native accent around here is just as thick as yours in some cases I’d imagine.

So I thought to myself that you you might easily and efficiently solve your influx of foreigners (we call ‘em outta-statuhs and/or flatlanduhs) by doing what we do–”accidentally” shoot ‘em during hunting season (”damn fool shouldn’t have been wearing ‘forest orange’ by jeezus!”). Then you wouldn’t have to worry about ‘em driving on the wrong side of the road and all.

But then I realized that Ireland might not have as much forested land like we do, which is almost all of it. We also have lots of hills and mountains, valleys and saddles, full of gulches, dead falls, deep crevices, fast moving streams and rivers and rather long drops to aid us in our endeavor to keep the herd of “outta-statuhs” culled down to a reasonable level so’s they won’t run out of forage and starve to death during the winter months. The one’s that are left usually weed themselves down pretty thin by Mud Season by wiping themselves out on our roads during the winter, thinking they actually know how to drive.

Sorry I couldn’t be of more help to ya’.

Loved almost every minute.

Want to rekindle our flames of passion?