Only the stout-hearted need apply.
The Irish, God bless 'em, drive like a nation on amphetamines.They jockey for position as if they're piloting a long shot in thesweeps. They tailgate, pass on curves, give charming but lousydirections, plant giant potholes in their roads, and then, and then .. . They smile and beep.
It's hard to say whether this behavior merits a special circlein Dante's Inferno, or the right of way to proceed through the PearlyGates.
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