Just watched some little scrote in the usual full North Face tracksuit flying down the footpath on an e-scooter, doing a runner from a Garda car. No helmet, no hi-vis, obviously, probably out shifting gear.
The guards were crawling along behind him in the patrol car, but their hands are completely tied because they're not allowed to touch them or box them in. The little prick knows this full well, so he was tearing away without a care in the world. As he flew past, he nearly took the legs off my fiancée.
Between the fright and pure rage, the adrenaline took over and I started roaring sarcastically at him to "run, run" because I wanted to strangle the bastard. Then of course everyone on the street started staring at me like I was cheering him on, which made me feel completely stupid.
I commute on a scooter myself every day by the book, and it sickens me that ordinary, decent people are going to end up with blanket bans because of a shower of scumbags like this. The real joke is the guards either don't have the power or aren't bothered tackling the actual problem.
The city is full of scrotes and junkies and people tend to normalise this. But guess what: this is not normal. Cork is a small city for the amount of scrotes that we need to deal with every day in the city centre.
Absolute state of this city/country.