Just to let you know where I am coming from, & why this site exists:

• I am a Kerryman living in Limerick, in a slowly deteriorating part of town (I know this does not narrow things down any, but this is deliberate).

• I used to enjoy driving. But the factors described in this site have closed this avenue of pleasure to me, so that my teeth & sphincter are clenched for every trip to the shops, dreading every clueless maneuver, signal, no mirror, in that order.

• The language you will encounter here is harsh, my views jaundiced by the years of tosh served up by politicians & commentators on the subject. But people are dying because of many of the things I describe here, so I feel strong language is more than justified, it is required.

• I learned to drive in the UK over 22 years ago, & now use an Italian saloon of some grace & pace. Yes, I have to play the Milan electrics game: I do not know from one day to the next what device will fail on the car, only to miraculously heal itself the next day. But it is not a Toyota.

• Said car does not have a working horn at the moment; my blood pressure has suffered as my passive / aggressive antics behind the wheel have been greatly exacerbated by this fact.

• A note on my politics: I am now a reactionary semi-recluse who wants less tax & fewer silly laws. My carbon footprint (& yours) is of supreme indifference to me.

• You may guess, gentle reader, that I am now a cynical person, but be assured it was not always thus: my ideal of motoring was shaped by a scarlet Lamborghini Miura climbing the Italian Alps with Matt Monro on the 8-track; I was 6 years old & knew beauty when I saw it.

• This site & its ravings have been given the explicit support of my wife as a therapeutic exercise. So there.

See also Irish Air Rage


Feel free to be offended by any of the content on this site; this is not always a bad thing, as it can be character building.


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