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Published: Irish Times, February 27 2012‘Eoin Butler has been driving for as long as he can remember, but has failed the test more times than he can count.’

GROWING UP IN rural Ireland, I don’t recall a time when I didn’t know how to drive. As a child, I would race my father’s car up and down the driveway, sneak it over the cattle grid, and peek out on to the road beyond. In my mid-teens, I traversed the back roads of east Mayo to collect my grandmother for her dinner every Sunday.
At 17, I applied for my first provisional driver’s licence. To put that event in an historic context, on one of my earliest (official) jaunts, my friends and I were questioned by gardaí hunting for the IRA killers of Jerry McCabe. We’d just been swimming in Errit Lake, near Gorthaganny. The lads were wearing wet Bermuda shorts. I was driving in my bare feet. Read the rest of this article here.
February 28th, 2012.

March 2nd, 2012 at 7:31 pm
You made my day. Please keep writing. I learned to drive in a shift volkswagon in Adak Alaska. I got the license but drove only two times. One learning and one taking the test. Pure fright. Did not drive again regularly for nine years. I was a great passenger tho. S. Regards to Una and Lola
March 5th, 2012 at 6:16 am
Heard you on tubridy,nice voice?where are you from?
March 24th, 2012 at 10:10 am
Hilarious! My God, they’ll give a license to anybody, won’t they…?