I had a yearning for a French porteur bike (it didn't last long): it looked pretty cool with it's flat, swung back handlebars and the dinky aluminium dynamo lighting.
But to ride it... It had all the get up and go of a tortoise with a broken leg. Anyone wanting a delivery from a vintage era porteur rider wouldn't want to be in a hurry. I could get about 18mph out of it, all guns blazing. And it fairly rattled your teeth.
They might be alright bringing your Toulouse sausage home from Le Boucher, but you wouldn't want to ride it any further than across town. Big pile of sweating steel anol.
And it was bottle green.
Worst bike I never had.
Non merci.