Michael Moynihan: At braking point - Why lack of road etiquette is driving me crazy
When traffic lights were first introduced to Syracuse, in upstate New York, one particular set of lights were often out of action. City officials soon learned that the lights were malfunctioning because they were being stoned by local residents.
Find below a faithful account of one day’s driving around Cork city: the events recorded all occurred on your columnist’s travels during one 12-hour spell last week.
Early morning: get into car and drive down the hill from home. When the traffic light goes green at the bottom of the hill just roll through — only to brake hard when a taxi driver sails past the red light on the other side. Deep breaths.





