That is so goddam French
The cafe over the road from our house is run by Michel & Monique Berengeuer.
Michel has a big Gallic mustache and I've been hunting with him a few times.
His Renault 4 (left) usually stinks of dogs and fish.
Today I see he has removed the bench seat from the front (c'etait mort) and replaced it with - a plastic garden chair.
Et le ceinture de sécurité ?
Et quand tu friene - tu arrette mais le siège continue?
Non, je l'ai bloque devant
I try hard not to generalise about people or resort to cliché, but bugger me, it's difficult.