So here we are with the 12th of July around the corner, with drum and fife and bagpipes the Orange order will start to march in support of King Billy.
So there I was aged 17 and I drove my father up to a scrap yard in Northern Ireland.
My first big trip.
When we arrived my father told Mr Traynor that this was my first solo trip.
What followed has remained with me to this day, He got someone to look after my dad while he showed me the destruction of lives owing to car crashes. Bent steering wheels, Hair on the windscreen, teeth stuck into the dashboard. Your knees shoot forward and they hit this point here breaking both your legs.
There were no seat belts back then,
You see this car here? We are stripping the wheels gearbox and engine, then this car will be shredded.
It doesn't seem to be that badly damaged I said. He reached under the drivers seat and pulled out a child's bootee. Look at the blood on the roof liner, Whatever happened the car tumbled over and a beautiful baby was killed.
No one wants to ever see that car again.
I didn't do this to frighten you BUT some day you might think I know I am late BUT better late than sorry.
Years later I told that story to his grandson and he told me that his grandfather had saved countless lives with the tours of the wrecks. Then he then took me over to see a sports car.
Driver dead car now to be shredded.
So to the present.
Donegal is a place where there are terrible crashes.
Mother Natalie McLaughlin a nurse and her wonderful 6 year old daughter Ella were killed in a car crash in Donegal . Such a waste of wonderful life
SLOW DOWN BOYS AND GIRLS
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