Last time I was in France I got a puncture on the hire car, about 1km from picking it up at Nice airport. It was 37 degrees in the shade but luckily there was a garage over the road. I sauntered in and loudly and confidently announced, in my long forgotten French, that I needed help as I had a tyre made of prawns (en crevette). They laughed at me and shooed me out.
I changed the wheel myself, in the heat, on the edge of a main arterial road, whilst my family looked on and enjoyed their first ice cream of the holiday.
Last time I was in France I got a puncture on the hire car, about 1km from picking it up at Nice airport. It was 37 degrees in the shade but luckily there was a garage over the road. I sauntered in and loudly and confidently announced, in my long forgotten French, that I needed help as I had a tyre made of prawns (en crevette). They laughed at me and shooed me out.
I changed the wheel myself, in the heat, on the edge of a main arterial road, whilst my family looked on and enjoyed their first ice cream of the holiday.
Wethey still laugh about it.