The wheels on the bus

Carol and I purchased international driver’s licenses in the ill-advised expectation that would be the only way to see the British countryside up close and personal. But after careful observation of driving on the wrong side of roads that were essentially bike paths pressed into service as two-way highways, and roundabouts that were clockwise running circles of death, we decided we’d not be seeing the English countryside quite that up close and personal (as in automobile grille to grille up close and personal).