I am, it would seem, a jerk.
Kate says so, anyway!

My trip through France took me over their motorway system. Most of the motorways in France are privately owned. The Swiss have their Vignette, the Austrians their Pickerl - annual tickets to stick on your windscreen, that cover all motorway mileage (the Austrians also have a bi-monthly option). The French prefer pay-as-you-go.

Taking the shortest route through France helped me to get acquainted with almost all of the French toll roads.
This, when travelling by motorbike, is most impractical - I felt like a jerk.
Drive up to the barrier, put the machine into neutral, take off your gloves.
Take the ticket that is automatically proffered. Think, for a second, where to put the ticket, so that it may be found easily when needed.
Put your gloves back on, ignoring the horns, that are being sounded behind you and the barrier that has been open for almost a minute and drive on.

After about 100 km the motorway owner changes, so it is time to pay.
Drive up to the barrier with the shortest queue (the one for credit cards), put the machine into neutral, take off your gloves.
Undo the press studs and the zip of your jacket, fish your wallet from your inside pocket, push the ticket into the ticket machine, take it out again and put it in the right way round, push your credit card into the machine, take it out again and put it in the right way round.
Ignore the fact that the barrier just rose. Put your credit card somewhere you can get at it easier next time (why didn't I think of that in the first place?), put your wallet away. Ignore the horns sounding behind you and try not to feel like the jerk Kate says you are. Do your zip up and fumble with the press studs while working out, that 100 km at approx 14 € actually costs more than a bi-monthly Pickerl in Austria - and drive on!

After 20 km of public motorway i.e. no toll, the cycle starts again.

Somewhere in Wales the magnetic strip on my credit card got zapped! Due to this fact, I decided to take the longer route for the home journey, avoiding as many toll roads as possible. The stretch between Luxembourg and Strasbourg was the only stretch I had to pay for.
The identification of those Euro-Cents, smirking at you from the depths of your wallet, is worthy of an entry of its own!