Driving in Ireland (or really, being driven)

I'm afraid that I forgot to mention one of the most amusing aspects of our Shamrocker tour; Trish, our bus driver. Due to my chronic motion sickness (it is only thanks to ginger pills I am able to ride buses at all), Jess and I sat right behind the driver, at the very front of the bus. In addition to keeping us nausea-free, this position afforded us a great opporunity to listen to Trish as she cursed, admonished, mocked and generally derided (get it?) the other drivers on the road. It was quite a performance, involving some creative language and gesturing, and kept us well entertained between sights and scenes. As you may know, Irish drivers tend to be very...determined. The roads are not exactly built for comfort, either; the city roads have not expanded at the same rate as the population, which creates some fairly spectacular traffic jams, while the country roads tend to be a bit on the, um, narrow side (read: if you meet someone coming the opposite direction, one of you is going to have to back up).
Anyway, it was a part of our Irish traveling experience I felt should be included in my brief summary.