‘Are you sure it’s got snow tyres?’ That sentence will be burned into my memory for a very long time. I was standing at the Avis desk at Geneva airport French side, and my boyfriend was grilling the girl behind the counter about the exact spec of the vehicle we were about to drive into the mountains. He asked her the snow tyres question seven times before I stopped counting. Then he started forensic interrogation about the make and model. Upon learning it was not a BMW X5 but something called a Peugeot 4007 he demanded pictures. And if he hadn’t asked, I would have.
Last year, we got stuck in the driveway of our chalet and missed two days’ skiing after Avis packed us off to Chamonix with a vehicle so utterly indisposed to coping with snow it would have won a competition for least snow-proof car on the planet.
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