Today I drove for six hours on the wrong side of the road in a car with a manual transmission that's backwards. I parallel parked, even! I drove through probably 300 rotaries, only got honked at once, and only hit the curb twice while driving on roads that I think are about four feet wide at most. Oh, and yesterday I managed to pull into a sort of "easy pass" toll lane without the proper transponder, then had to back out into traffic and use a different lane. It was awesome. I'm two days in and it feels almost natural. Almost.
I look forward to driving my Acura into the divider on Route 78 when I get home.
Why? So we could all kiss the Blarney Stone.