At the van, surrounded by empties, Sawyer is teaching Jin the only three things a man ever needs to tell a woman. "I'm sorry," "You were right," and "Those pants don't make you look fat." Oh, Sawyer. No wonder Kate is like so over you. Hurley rounds the corner and Sawyer asks, "What up, Jumbotron? Hurley is not in the mood and retorts with the classic, "Shut up, redneck dude." Sawyer smiles. You have learned much, grasshopper. Hurley convinces all the men (and Charlie) to push the van to the edge of a giant rolling hill. Sawyer seems almost impressed, in that way that things sound impressive after you've split a case of Schlitz with your roommate and it's four o'clock on a Sunday and why the heck shouldn't you see what would happen if you had to use the fire escape ladder while wearing roller skates?

Hurley is packing for Australia. The Cheech comes in to talk to him, and in an effort to appear fatherly, honest, and stating the bleeding obvious, he admits that he is there for the money and that he is old. Dude, we know. The Cheech says that the reason he's there now is that he's worried. Hurley shouldn't go to Australia. It won't fix anything. He doesn't need to go. He just needs a little hope. That we make our own luck and Hurley needs some of that. The Cheech thinks he should give away the money and only save enough for a carburetor. It's never too late for a fresh start. Pull the Bitchin' Camaro off the blocks, hit the road, and head to the Grand Canyon on the road trip they were supposed to go on 17 years ago. Strangely, Hurley is unimpressed by this speech, and says he'll send The Cheech a postcard. The Cheech says he will be there when he gets back.

Hurley is determined to jumpstart the van by driving it down the hill and popping the clutch. Sawyer is still drunk-dude impressed but just wants to watch, especially after noting the giant rocks at the bottom of the hill. Hurley says he's going to do it and just needs a push. Charlie decides to ride shotgun and gives a shout-out to the "victory or death" speech that Hurley delivered on the beach. And I am so glad that I am a girl and don't have to do such things to prove my manly manliness. Sawyer and Jin push them down the hill. They careen faster and faster, Hurley chants "there is no curse, there is no curse," and just before they hit the rocks, the van starts. I am shocked. Shocked! The 8-track starts up too. Thank God for the tunes; this next scene would be intolerable without a '70s soundtrack. Well, it's intolerable anyway, but the music makes it slightly less so. The boys all pile in the car (with the flesh-eating dog, of course!) and drive in circles for awhile, listening to tunes, drinking, driving, bonding.