Find out on a pubs-and-castles romp around the Emerald Isle Normally, I never accept rides from strangers. Yet, here I am in the passenger seat of Tracy’s car, a woman who I met only a few moments ago. My wife, Kerry, is in the back seat. “Honestly, it’s no trouble, no trouble at all. I’m happy to do it,” says Tracy in her Irish brogue. You see, we’d stopped Tracy on a Dublin street to ask directions to The Brazen Head, the oldest pub in Ireland dating back to 1198.