After some initial confusion at Busarus when the 1545 services didn’t show up, I interviewed the driver of the 1600 to Portumna. He was a calm, friendly type and I opted to go on his almost empty bus rather than negotiate the crazy queues for the other western bound services. I sat up the front and the driver, another lady and myself exchanged pleasantries and remarked on the queue chaos. We cruised off calmly down the Quays, not letting the building Friday afternoon rush hour traffic bother us.
Proceeding down the N4 at the Lucan section we exchanged disapproving looks as a red VW Golf whizzed down the hard shoulder past the tailback. Then we saw a garda motorbike whizzing after him and laughed smugly to ourselves and wondered to each other what the penalty might be. With his light on he waved the VW in, parked his bike, alighted confidently, removed his notebook and we practically cheered at the prospect of a bollox getting his comeuppance.
Then we got confused. Suddenly it was all chats and waves and the garda hopped back on his motorbike and zoomed off. At this stage we passed the VW (still on the hard shoulder) and peered into the car wondering what story had been spun to extricate the driver so simply from his predicament. Two men. The passenger wearing a blue t-shirt. The driver wearing a fleece and HANGONASECOND – a Garda shirt underneath!!!!! No WONDER he got away. More bonding from the outraged bus passengers and driver with “huh, two laws in this country” and “no wonder people don’t bother obeying the law” etc.
The car did move into the tailback for a short time and then lost patience and went off down the hardshoulder again.
I have the number plate. I should complain. But I never wanted to turn into a person who complained about such things. Well, to the proper channels. Obviously I can complain on blogs and over lunch. Which has no effect other than to confirm all our prejudices about Guards.