Nov 23
The M7 and N7 roads in Kildare, where the phrase “rush hour” is more like “rush minute” due to the congestion that’s as predictable as a pint of Guinness on a Friday evening. It’s a wonder anyone gets to Dublin on time, unless they’re leaving at the crack of dawn or possess a time machine.
Nov 02
The Emerald Isle, where the roads are as winding as a good story and the traffic is as unpredictable as the weather. But, me boyos, I’ve got a tale to tell that’s not for the faint of heart. It’s a story of a fatal road traffic collision that’ll make you think twice about gettin’ behind