I am in two minds about motorways.
On the plus side, they tend to be the fastest way to drive from A to B. You're also unlikely to get stuck behind a tractor towing a fucking slurry tank at twenty miles per hour for ten miles.
On the other hand they are really boring.
The main problem is having to sit for hours in exactly the same position, with minimal movement of the arms, legs or neck so I get really stiff and sore. Naturally in this godforsaken country they threw up motorways all over the kip during the boom years but they never though to put in any service areas. If you leave Dublin on the motorway and realise you are bursting for a piss, you're fucked.
In the Good Old Days, a trip west was an adventure. It meant you could mark the journey off in stages as you passed through the various bottlenecks such as Naas, Portlaoise, Cashel and Fermoy. Each town was a mini-adventure and nicely acted as a little milepost on the journey. Now I haven't a fucking clue where I am on the journey unless I spot a familiar name on a motorway exit.
There is a strong temptation to tip my cap to times past and take the old road, but of course it has been ripped to shreds by the motorway. I would just spend my time nipping on and off the motorway trying to find the old route.
When I was a kid, we often headed off south west and in those days it was a day's journey. As the Old Man got older, it became a two day journey and we used to stop off in Caher or somewhere for a break. That was all part of the holiday and in one of those stopovers I had my first experience of caves and caving in Mitchelstown. Happy days. Now the trip can be done in four excruciatingly boring hours.
I suppose the most important element of the journey though is to get there, So I'll probably take the motorway route and get bored and stiff as a result.
But at least there won't be any tractors towing fucking slurry tanks at twenty miles per hour and holding me up for ten miles.