Driven to despair by lack of warnings over roadwork disruption
I was driving out of Dublin on Saturday evening around 8pm on the M7 at 120kph, and suddenly I had to drop anchor and hope to God the car would stop in time.
Yellow hazard warnings from the cars ahead acting as makeshift runway lights guided my imminent arrival at speed. The car stopped and a number of expletives filled the cabin. I apologise for the mixed metaphors. Then came the sudden realisation as I was stopped stone dead somewhere in Kildare on a motorway - a line of other cars was barrelling down behind me, eyeing up my rear end, and not in a good way. So it was on with the hazard lights, and hope. The cars behind me managed to stop too.
Google Maps informed of a traffic jam on the M7. I was to expect a 17-minute delay. This was all very precise, but I needed that info five minutes earlier.