This was in 1988, having just hitched from Land's End to John O' Groats...
Poem 11 of 230: OTHER SIDE
On the road from Inverness to Glasgow (A very scenic road it is), I hitched with a pair - Italiano; The left-hand-drive Fiat was his.
I think they had taken turns at driving - I'm not sure from where or how far; But, when they picked me up from my hiking, The lady was driving the car.
I recall how warm their greet did feel, And what a thrilling trip it was; For, as their hands fought over the wheel, Our lives came near to loss:
I was sitting tight on the back-right side - My ears off their argument; But my eyes surely knew how close beside The oncoming vehicles went!
We arrived without a scratch at Glasgow, But it begs this point, I feel - Why did our forebears decide to go Either side for the new wheel?