Waiting on the train for the ferry to Belfast, so there’s time to write.

Wednesday truly was unplanned, as promised. So, we walked to the other side of town to visit the Glasgow Museum of Transport. Unlike Nashville’s beloved Lane Motor Museum, Glasgow’s collection covers the entire history of transport, from the boneshaker bicycle and horse-drawn carriage, on up to trains, modern cars, and airplanes. Despite being a publicly-owned museum, they do have a sense of humor/humour. One car is on display with a parking boot normally reserved for illegally parked cars, while others have steering wheel locks on them. The sign on one such car, the 1969 Ford Capri, makes a joke that because “Fords in the 70s and 80s were not noted for their security, the Capri was also pretty popular with car theives.”

It’s always a nice surprise to see things I’m not already familiar with at a transportation museum, and Glasgow held its own here. I had not seen the Lagonda “tricar” from 1905. It’s an unusual configuration to say the least — the passenger rides up front, sitting over the front axle. The driver is in the rear, with a steering wheel and sitting over the single rear drive wheel. The engine lies under the steering, between driver and passenger. With 12 horsepower, the Lagonda succeeded in a non-stop London-to-Edinburgh endurance drive in 1905. On modern roads that trip is 400 miles, or farther than New York City to Pittsburgh.

I’d also never seen a Chrysler Sunbeam. At least not in a museum. It’s the same as a Dodge or Plymouth Omni in the States, only with right-hand drive and tartan upholstery.

Fans of The Big Lebowski should know that Glasgow has a restaurant called Lebowskis. “Not a man – a way of life,” claims the subtitle. (Can restaurants have subtitles?)