I’m going to drive from Paris to Barcelona next month, sober.

Think about that for a minute, because I’m going to think about it for years.

Have you ever thought what it means to get into one of those left-hand drive cars and set off through what we used to call the Continent and not have drink on the way?

I mean there are little bars littered by the roadside all the way there.

You can stop for a coffee and the brandy is obligatory.

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