The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

enough as was driving on the opposite side, I guess it helped sitting in the
wrong seat. If I’d been on the right side of the road in a car with a steering
wheel on the right it would have been stranger than having the wheel on the left.
The biggest difference was that the person on the right had the right of way. Not
the person on the main road but the person on the right and it confused the fuck
out of me. It was bad enough that I needed my headlights switched on during
the day but the idea that I could be driving along and then someone popped up
to the right of me and he had the right of way. Also during the many traffic jams
I learnt that unless you were bumper to bumper some arsehole would stick their
car into your lane. They would indicate after they’d moved.
Polite.
I knew why there were so many accidents with drunk drivers. It was because the
normal drivers were complete shits. I got so paranoid and nervous because I
couldn’t trust the fuckers that I got a nervous twitch and started to steer out of
crashes that might never have happened.
The speed limit was lower than in England but you wouldn’t have guessed it the
way the drivers raced between traffic jams. I had a little experience from being
in the car with Monika but where as I liked to slowly approach a set of changing
lights to drift through, Poles would race up, screech to a halt then tear away
again.