The worst thing? I don't know about worst, but one unpleasant afternoon and early evening was riding in a real frog-strangling downpour of rain for hours to get to the next French town along the Loire, and upon arrival finding no available rooms, and getting a bit of a cold shoulder from the hotels in town, and being told that the nearest rooms available were "that way, and 20 kilometers" - a favorite expression when they want you to go away because you don't speak their language. Of course, later that evening, I rolled into the next town and was practically adopted by a French innkeeper and family with lots of space, a meal with the whole family, and lots of great conversation and even an after dinner digestive drink.

I can't say I have ever been accosted by any weiner-staring, drooling, RV'ers......yet. Maybe my shorts aren't tight enough.