That version sounds like what we call a Land Rover Defender. Always yearned for one, but completely impractical as a sole family vehicle!
Absolutely correct , "Land Rover"....not the one with leather seats! I misspoke.
As for the incident in Saint-Germain-en-Laye (western suburb of Paris):
Having stayed too long at the Fête des Loges (amusement fair), and missed the last bus, Kevin P. and I were walking home @2:00AM. While I was looking at the cool Adidas soccer cleats in a shop window (I distinctly recall this!)- Kevin crossed the square and climbed on a big old motorcycle (probably some kind of Peugeot) parked amidst many others in front of the train station.....and got it started!
He rolled up to me and said, "you ride me home and bring it back and then walk home". I lived within walking distance - Kevin lived several miles distant.
Stupid at 15 & not much smarter now, I climbed on and managed to get it into gear. I made it about 2 blocks before 2 navy blue (black?) Peugeot police cars with blue lights flashing blocked my path.
Chuck de Gaulle was to speak in the town square in front of the train station the next day. Assassination attempts on him were a popular pastime by his former military officers at this time - and the square was 'staked out', with police on rooftops, etc. Watching for bombs to be placed, and rude American kids, etc.
Gendarmes handcuffed and shoved us into back seats. I spent the night re-breathing this loud detective's Gitanes' (perhaps
the worst smelling excuse for tobacco)...and staring at his scary 3-fingered hand as he pounded it on his desk. JAG office sent a translator the next morning.
To sum up : In the movie Steve McQueen played me; Dustin Hoffman was Kevin. (Kevin did manage to escape - but was eaten by the natives in French Guiana)
And...I still have a coconut as a center piece on our dining room table.
Stig