The battered old and grey 2CV did make it back from the South of France, without mishap.
Well, there was the significant detour, caused by the weakness of those 6V headlights. Candles would have been more powerful.
As the weather got colder, the battery suffered, and I frequently jump started the car. The problem was that the front doors hinged the wrong way.
I'd run along the road after pushing the car and try to jump start. It always started. But getting into the car while it was moving and fighting the door proved difficult and possibly dangerous.
A solution had to be found.
I found one that was much cheaper than buying a new battery. But it did mean that I had to take the door off.
That was easy - I was able to lift it up, slide it off the runner and lean it against a hedge. I then charged along the road, alongside the car, jumped in and started it. I'd reverse back, slide the door back into place and drive off.
I did this on my own, for some weeks.
Neighbours were bemused at the sight of this young guy, normally wearing a suit, carrying out this morning ritual.