The road to France from Hungary is pretty much just one road. It changes names along the way, but most of the time you’re not turning but leaning slightly to the left and right to keep on track. So it was with us. We left St. Pölten and continued past Salzburg to enter Germany briefly before returning to Austria to head toward Switzerland. Knowing our car had been fixed by some crack Austrian mechanics, we were also filled with confidence. Arriving in France on time would be difficult, but we would make it. At least, that’s what I kept saying—American optimism, after all.