In Paris, if it's paved, it's considered a parking space. And most streets are extremely narrow.

   With the speedometer needle pegged at 200 kph, my father and I rocketed down the famous Mulsanne straight in his 1998 Torch Red convertible C5. With the top down. His C5 doesn’t have the heads-up display option, so I’m not sure exactly how fast we were traveling. We were both too wide-eyed and white-knuckled to flip the gauge over to miles per hour.
    But there we were accelerating around the legendary Le Mans circuit with fellow members of the C5 Registry in a sea of Corvettes. A truly exhilerating, one-of-a-kind experience! But that’s not to diminish the week-long road trip to Le Mans, which had its fair share of wide-eyed moments.