Taking speed and drink to the limit - every time
Limits, be they for drink or speed, are only properly useful to a society where they create an environment and an atmosphere of widespread compliance and enforcement.
I don't get that much of it in Ireland. Maybe I'm wrong.
But I got it in abundance in Norway last week.
It was a matter of strictly -and I mean strictly - complying with limits on speed and drink (I don't, so not a problem) - or else.
There are no shades of grey. If you are slightly over the limit for either, it's goodnight.
There are heavy on-the-spot fines for speeding. If you're sufficiently in excess, you're looking at arrest and possibly jail. Radar traps are frequent.
A small glass of wine or a weak beer might, just might, scrape you by. For the record, you are only allowed 0.1 milligrams of alcohol per millilitre of blood. We're 0.05 in Ireland.
Of course, not everyone is a road saint - we were passed by a van, for God's sake. But that was the exception.
You can, of course, find out all this about Norway on Google.
But what you won't get from the search engine is the prevailing sense of most people genuinely living within the limits.
Can we say the same for Ireland?