Trip to Dundalk – Salty Adventures
Chapter 1: Highway Hustle
Salty felt the wind whip through the open windows as he hit the highway out of Dublin. The engine of his old silver Honda roared with excitement – today was a Dundalk day. He picked up Finji on the outskirts of Balbriggan, the lad hopping in with a grin, a coffee, and a packet of custard creams.
“Where to first, boss?” Finji asked, buckling up.
“Back roads to the M1, my friend. Let’s avoid the tolls and maybe meet some craic along the way.”
They wound through narrow country roads, past hedgerows heavy with wildflowers. On a quiet stretch, they spotted two women hitchhiking – one with long blonde hair in a denim skirt and pink top, the other a curvy brunette in black leggings and a teal hoodie. Salty slowed down, winked at Finji, and pulled in.
“Where ye off to, ladies?” Salty asked, with his signature grin.
“Dundalk,” said the blonde, flicking her hair confidently. “I’m Sarah, this is Susan.”
“Perfect,” Finji chimed in. “We’re headed that way.”
The four of them squeezed into the Honda. Laughter and tunes filled the car as they sped along, sharing stories, snacks, and a few cheeky winks in the rear-view mirror. But the GPS, as always, had other plans – sending them down dead-end boreens and onto farm tracks until they finally rejoined the M1, just in time to make their destination.
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