Sad, sad morning

Jelle started of the next heat. Well once we got the car under way that is. The engine was stone cold after our reststop and we tried to push it, but to no avail, it didn't want to start. So we decided to push it backwards up the offramp of the highway, getting momentum to get it to run. We tried this twice but still couldn't get the speed we needed to fire up the beast. By then courage was far gone.
We managed to stop a couple of Danish, and they pushed us up the hill again and with combined forces we at least got a huff and a puff out of it. We persuaded them for an other run, even though they were convinced that we would be stranded, and lo and behold, she started with a lot of smoke and unburned gasses. And of we were, courtesy of the Danish.
On the road again, the car just didn't run to well, we could only reach top speed of 90, where-as the day before we even did 120 once or twice. Again we were beginning to fear the worst, we still had to do some 900 km. Maybe that is why some hints of worry are on Jelles face.