On the wrong side of a good road
Saturday began day two of driving (on the wrong side of the road in a backwards manual car). It took a few minutes, but I quickly regained my confidence with my temporary dyslexic driving. The day turned out to be an even nicer day (weather wise) than Friday, so we headed to Northern Ireland to visit Giants Causeway, a large volcanic rock formation that was unbelievable.
Luckily we had Jenn’s brother Kevin in the car, who was able to give us good directions along the way and help me get comfortable with navigating the 78 roundabouts along the way. One thing I quickly learned about Northern Ireland…their signage is in miles and miles per hour…WTF?! Now on top of trying to keep up with awkward turns, backwards gear shifting, and crazy partially yielding roundabout drivers, I also had to try to convert miles per hour to kilometers so that I didn’t get a ticket.
I am not too proud to admit that I kept trying to do the math in my head and I wasn’t very good at it at all. Luckily, Jenn has tried her best during our marriage to keep me physically fit, therefore I knew that 5K was 3.1 miles. I was then trying to divide the miles per hour by 3, multiplying by 5 and adding 1 for every 10…it got way too confusing, so I just started driving a little slower than everyone else. Continue reading »