If you went down to the manor there any week itâs full of guards and national school teachers doubling their salary caddying
Your car these days is of a similar size. Just has two cup holders.
Think its more than a cert. Usually theres a guide and a driver and theyâre in cahoots with whatever bar/restaurant/attraction they bring the folks to. Massive tips to be made.
Plus a number for a few escorts and a few grams of coke for sale in the glovebox if required.
Grifters gotta #Grift
Yeah my man figured out with a headset he could do both jobs handy and not have to share the tips
@TreatyStones arriving into Croke Park
I have it in mind tbh.
Iâll never forget my father having to deal with my grandfatherâs licence renewal when he hit 70 some years old, the same man couldnât drive an ass.(facetiously) Can you drive a bus and trailer? âIâm sure I could if I triedâ
Papa J was a savage fella for teaching people to drive. He taught my mam on the beach in gweedore over a holiday just after my eldest bro was born and she drove them back to dublin after. His first lesson with me was on dollymount strand. After a few runs up and down, he set up a few rocks as gates. Driving through them as a circle of 8 then reversing through them as a figure of 8. He reckoned anyone could drive forwards but youâd never know the feel of a car unless you could reverse it properly. He was dead right.
His second lesson for me saw me doing laps of baldoyle industrial estate. After 20 mins he lookes at me and said âthis iis how much i trust you drivingâŚâ and took out a can of cider and opened it. Thatâs a vote of confidence.
Later on we were driving a motorway, and he made me take it out of gear and let it run uphill on one of the off ramps to demonstrate the momentum. âNever never forget that youâre going 60 miles an hour in a car that weighs over a tonne and it takes a huge amount of foece to stop thatâ.
Much and all as he trusted me he still hovered his hand over the hand brake for the first 15 years of my driving life!
Youd forget sometimes how deep your legacy can go in the manners and attitude of the people you guide.
I do hear my oul fellow in me head when Iâm driving the truck, all the tips, the remarks on judgement and the value of patience. 5 minutes with a lighter foot/prep and checks/giving way to others brings you a long way.
After the Post Office strike in 1979. My brother got a license without having to do any test.
I went for a few lessons with the auld lad when I was 17. The sister was in the back one day chirping away, giving it plenty of needle (Iâd the last laugh when I end up with a full license before her). Anyway, the two of them were absolutely annoying the fuck out of me, so I stopped the car a few miles from home, got out and walked home. Didnât sit behind the steering wheel til I was 20 again. Went with a lovely ex army fella instructing me and had the test passed in no time.
Brilliant
No good when you didnât bring the keys with ya
Our back door of the house was never locked mate.
You were on a serious one last night
Likewise. I meant that you leave them sitting in the car. You put a lot of mileage on your young tender crubeens to make a point and they drive home laughing
Im on a better one today! Yariba yariba!
âIreland Chauffeur Travelâ in Cashel do this. Black out the windows and charge a fortune !