So while in France we thought it'd be nice to be able to carry us and some of the in-laws all in…read moreone car. So we reserved what the French consider an enormous car, a seven passenger van. We land in the freezing rain and I hustle out to get the car.
A stick!! This is one of the richer nations of the world. It's also a nation where rain, and snow and ice are common. And this is a van! About the homeliest vehicle on the planet. But we're in France and I guess even homely drivin', slippin', slidin' renters want to shift their own gears. OK I can use the practice.
We head out of our first long trek and it's time for gas. Hmmm. Nothing on the fuel gauge, nothing on the key fob, nothing on either side of the fuel door, no gas cap at all, no insignia on the rear that means anything. Guess it's unleaded.
Wrong guess. An hour down the road we stop to pee and the car won't start. It's freezing cold, the wind is blowing and it's an hour before dark. Tow truck guy confirms nonchalantly, "It's Diesel".
Wonderful! Now it's a tow truck to his shop, half a dozen frantic calls to the rental agency, nearby hotels, train stations and taxis. Then a taxi ride to the hotel, a quick night's sleep, inconvenience my nephew for a 45 minute drive the wrong direction to pick up a replacement car to drive another 4 hours to our original destination.
We got it figured out and Sixt got us a new car but it would have saved them damage to their vehicle and would have saved us an extraordinary amount of time and aggravation if they had just put a "Diesel" sticker on the car.