They slapped my poor old Dad in handcuffs in '75 and had him half-bundled into a van... there's me (7) my sis (nearly 4) bawling our eyes out thinking they're taking our Daddy to prison and my Mum trying to get us to STFU and explain to the not very nice at all policeman that we hadn't known you weren't allowed to overtake when such lines appear on t'road.
She got through to the bloke in the end... but it wasn't a terribly pleasant experience... took til the mid-90's before my Dad would drive in France again...
My Dad's about the most inoffensive chap you'd ever meet in your life... So it wasn't that he had any "attitude" or owt...