Struggling to leave Normandy

After finally getting out onto highway from the small farm areas surrounding Omaha Beach, the rain was simply tropical. The problem of course was the winds and temperatures were absolutely freezing. We arrived on the edge of Caen and rode into a fuel stop attached to a large shopping centre. That itself wasted more than 40 minutes as we were forced to ride all around the perimeter of the shopping center to reach the petrol station. We filled up and then had to get in line to pay at a singly manned payment booth while the rain continued to belt us. I was in front of Sol so I paid and then ran back to the booth to pay for him so he could stay on his bike and keep all his clothing on. I got ready and soon followed him out of this ridiculous situation. If you wanted a petrol station off the highway as is common in many parts of the U.S or Australia you simply never saw them here in France.
The further along we rode, the clouds began breaking up and small patches of sun tried to break through.
The very first fuel stop we came across some 50 or so kms further along, we stopped at. This video shows that fuel stop and the frustration we felt. I was speaking Yiddish to Sol which was our parents primary language in Poland amongst Jews there. A very expressive language which I tend to use often, particularly to express feelings simply not as well expressed in English.
Sol told me he was going to the toilet to do a pee and I told him while you are at it do a number 2 as well. Just sounds much better in Yiddish.