This past summer I took my family to Ireland where I attempted to drive a rental car in what turned out to be scarier than an evil Leprechaun on roller skates. The roads were impossibly narrow, everyone inexplicably drove on the wrong side of the road, the speed limit clearly was only a posted suggestion and just when you thought you finally had gotten the hang of it, a dopy sheep would wander nonchalantly out into the road and fry your last frayed nerve. I never thought I would experience anything as challenging or mentally draining as that.
But it occurred to me the other day as I was driving around downtown St. Augustine, with its narrow streets and tourists who wander nonchalantly out into the road, just how similar my hometown is to the white knuckle driving of the Emerald Isle.
So I’ve begun identifying the types of drivers I encounter downtown, making our roads such a wild ride. See if you can recognize any: