One of the things that always gets me about driving abroad, especially in France, is the sheer lunacy of the mopeds.

The whole populace is represented on them. From fat old duffers struggling to get to the pie shop, to svelte young things off to cavort with others like them; from bag ladies to high flying execs; from careful drivers to absolute loons.

Actually, no. I’ve yet to see a single careful driver. They’re all mad. Especially the ones who look like this:

One of the stranger things I saw recently was a young fella (mid 20s, I’d say), with a kid in front of him, and another behind him. Doing wheelies at about 40 down the Promenade des Anglais.

I’d have been in a better position to appreciate his skill if he hadn’t been cutting me up at the time… Flash bastard…