Narrow roads. There are plenty here too. Boreens we call them. You know they're narrow when when your wing mirror keeps brushing the undergrowth. I remember overhearing an American warning another about the risk of rubbing off your wing mirror on the stone walls. How I laughed until shortly afterward I managed to do just that.

Hill roads are the best, you can lurch along at 60 miles an hour or so from crest to crest like a speedboat. One mistake and you plunge off the road and into the bog never to be seen again.
Actually that would be speeding. The speed limit on roads like that in the picture is 50 mph. Used to be 60. I believe it still is in Britain ???? Even so driving at 50 on a road like that is insane.
The other day I drove down a road with a 60 limit (100 Km We've gone metric). At one point there was a tight right curve with humpback bridge followed by tight left. Right before it stood a sign with a 100km limit.
I always get a sore left arm when I try to drive at the speed limit on those roads. Not from driving but from the wife punching me
