In a similar vein, co-pilot and I once raced from Southampton to Dover in a desperate attempt to catch a pre-booked fast cat across the water (we were in our old Ford Maverick at time). Ignoring speed cameras and other irritating restrictions we made it with 10 minutes to spare. Young woman at the book-in kiosk takes the tickets from the co-pilot, looks at them, looks back at us and says, slowly "But these are for tomorrow . . . . " They did get us on with literally about 2 inches between the tow bar and the loading ramp but that was just the start of a nightmare journey down to the edge of the Dordogne.