There's that underpass in Rouen. It's got plastic fingers hanging down on the approach, if you can get under them without touch you're ok.
Just after that a sign says height limit 2.6 metres which is quite interesting as my moho is 2.9metres high. BUT I DID GET UNDER THE PLASTIC THINGIES OK, DIDN'T I!?
Frenchie in car beside us looks up and smirks. I drive very, but very, slowly forward, the French guy slows with me. I slide underneath the tunnel, Status aerial scrapes and then we're through! Pierre gives us the thumbs up.
I was so convinced we had hit the tunnel roof that at the first opportunity I opened the Heki and climbed up for a look. No damage, not a scratch even on the aerial.
Since then Rouen is avoided as if it has The Plague.
Apart from that little jolly I did find myself on a French cycle track and had a suicidal trip up a narrow hairpinned hill off the Gorge du Tarn road. Even the dog crawled under the table for that one!