I never imagined that my first time behind the wheel of a left-hand drive would be alone in the French Alps.
And yet there I was, white-knuckling my way up the raised mountain roads that seem to have been built specifically with MINIs in mind.
I wasn't sure if I was going to make it. I didn't know what to do. And I was cursing these roads with every colourful language combination that I could muster.