Brimstone
I knew a chap, who in a multicoloured career had once been an ambulance driver in Paris. He used the technique of steering with his knees whilst looking up the address he was meant to be going to in the equivalent of an A-Z and simultaneously talking on the two-way radio.
He also alerted me to a then wrinkle in French traffic law: if your car was involved in a collision with a Fire Engine, it was your fault. This included when it was parked at the side of the road with you somewhere completely different. The standard instructions for drivers of French fire appliances was to simply 'nudge' cars out of the way if they were blocking progress. Owners of such cars expensively learnt the lesson of not parking near junctions so as to prevent lorries (and fire appliances) turning, or making streets that little bit too narrow. I don't know if that wrinkle still applies. It probably does, along with no (French) car insurance covering you going round the Arc de Triomphe.
Aforesaid knee-steering chap also managed to walk away from driving a Pug 205 off an elevated dual-carriageway and landing it on it's roof. He was luckily thrown partially into the pbuttenger footwell, where he was trapped with the gearstick and roof touching each other. No injuries, apart from light bruising.
Sid
