I'm giving myself an easy day, because I'm getting over a
disturbing experience (no harm done though) which I had last night. I'll share
it with you, and hope you don't have anything similar, and also hope that I
don't have a repeat.
Yesterday evening I went to my course at University
College Cork. That kicks out at 21:30, so after a chatter with "the
wimmin" I set off home. On the way out of the car park I noticed something
odd. Why are the headlights of the car behind me making my car cast a shadow?
After a short distance I pulled into a convenient car park and checked my
lights. Both dipped beams have failed. That means I have sidelights, main beam
and nothing else and I'm 40 miles from home. What do you do? I thought for a
moment about kipping in the car (no sleeping bag etc), or finding a B&B
(it's 22:00 and I'm not actually standing outside one) and took the typical
Irish decision - "oh, it'll be grand" and decided to set off home.
The next decision was "which route?" The choices are: "over the
mountain", which is the way I normally go, or up the main road (N20). The
main road is straighter, and has more lit sections. "Over the mountain"
is curvy, through woods, some steep drops, thoroughly scenic. I plump for the
N20.
Getting out of town was "grand". The rest
wasn't. I had thought that I would have enough light from the sidelights to
reflect off cats eyes to keep me on track when I doused main beam. I was wrong.
The Irish don't have as many cats eyes as you do in Britain. If I left main
beam on, people coming the other way thought "selfish bastard" and I
got dazzled, and if I switched it off, I couldn't see the road. This isn't a
straight dual carriageway, so this is not a safe situation. There are enough
turnings off to make it possible for someone to pull in front of me when my
lights are off. I decide that I'm likely to either have an accident or cause
one, so I really ought to stop. New problem: there is nowhere to stop between
the North side of Cork City and Mallow. Pulling onto any of the side roads will
only make matters worse and pulling up on the hard shoulder is positively
dangerous. Probably 20-30 of the most stressful miles I have driven in a very long
time. Eventually I get to Mallow and pull into The Roundabout Inn (the only
roundabout between Cork and Limerick). It's only 10 miles to home but I've had
enough and really don't think I could justify driving to a Garda. I ring
Noreen, tell her what has happened and check in to the Roundabout.
The room reminds me of some of the places I used to stay
when on the road. Even smells the same. I don't mean "it smells",
nothing like that. It just has a characteristic odour which evoked memories.
The décor in bar is odd. It would have been tasteless in the 70's. Sort-of mock
something or another. Fake wooden beams, but wood beams are rarely curved like
that, and copper coloured?! Weird! Two pints of Murphy's, good night's sleep, a
shower and a full Irish breakfast and the world looks a lot better and I'm Euro
45 poorer.
This morning I took the car into my friendly local
mechanic and ask him nicely if he can fix it _now_? He says yes. How many men
does it take to change two light bulbs? Answer: three, one who knows what he is
doing, and me and another customer watching! The mechanic had to take out the
air filter to change one of the bulbs. He needed a socket set and a couple of
different screwdrivers. It would have been impossible for anyone other than an
AA man at the side of the road. The mechanic said that I had probably had one
failed for a while but not noticed. He said that the spread of the beams is
such that you can do that, especially as most of the time I'm either in town or
on main beam. He said I'd probably have been better off going over the mountain
because there would have been very little traffic. He may be right. I'm
certainly not going to do the experiment. The car was due a service so I've
booked it in for next week. He's going to add the bulbs and some labour to the
bill.
Could I have got away with it? Very likely. What should I
have done? Definitely stayed down in Cork. Either found somewhere to doss or
slept in the car. Having started, I think I did the right thing and I got a
couple of beers and a breakfast out of it. The advice for sailing and hill
walking used to be "avoid getting into a situation where you have to
finish". I came dangerously close to doing that. No harm done, but I'm
letting myself wind down for the rest of the day. This is definitely one for
"the annals".