Darrell, now sitting in the driver's seat, blabs about turning and clutching and then throwing that bitch forward. Uh, just drive the damn van, dude. Kendal surfs, staying really low. Too low. She eventually has to touch with her hands. Darrell says he couldn't do something, and that he's sorry.
Mayor explains that they're three behind their average, and then says they each need to get 22mph. Rachel drives, telling us she doesn't want to jinx anything, so she needs to stay positive and hope for the best. Eric tells her to just fly after the second cone and not worry about him. "Go faster!" they yell. Eric falls. 22mph. Rachel is psyched, saying they only have one to make up. Aw, see that. You just jinxed it, right there.
Eric drives. He camera-tools that they have a "big driver" and "big surfer" and that his all-American cork-ass is shooting for 25. He drives. Rachel surfs. The crowd of four cheer. "Go! Go!" people yell. Rachel falls. She pumps her fist in victory. Then they see they only got 19. Hee. Hee. Hee. Sarah sees, and puts her face in her hand. "No. No," she says. Eric and Rachel try to claim they were going faster, but Mayor Fernando comes over and says that the official speed was 19mph and they failed and no PS2s and sorry. Oh, also, now they have to go back to the RV and read their further instructions. "Now get the fuck off my campus!"
RV. Computer. They read. They have two votes to make. The first is to boot or give back the prizes. The second is who to boot. If they don't reach a majority on either, they lose all their prizes and a random person will be booted. It's fitting that they have Sarah reading this. The booted will get no prizes. They now have three hours to decide.
Sarah camera-snots, saying that last time they did her a "favor" by not voting her off, she guesses. She thinks she's an easy target and she feels like crap. Sarah chews her thumb off. Commercials.
Back. Day. RV. Sarah now works on the other thumb, but it's proving a little tougher to get through. Outside, Shane sits squatting on the curb. Dude, there's a bathroom inside the RV. He's smoking and then camera-whining that before the five of them were winning the missions because Sarah totally fucked up, but this one they gave it their all and how do you justify the boot? Hee -- now he starts crying, talking about how being on Road Rules is so great and you don't want to end it for anyone. (Really, guy, it's not all that great. C'mon. For real.) Suddenly, Shane gets the look of love and we pan over to see Eric, shirtless, crouch down next to Shane and announce that he thinks there will be "a vote to vote." He then notices Shane is tearing up and he asks, "You all right, dog?" Shane just shakes his head and Eric lovingly cups the back of Shane's neck and keeps saying "dog" and "you all right?" and "dog" and then finally, when Eric reaches in for a full embrace, Shane can't take it anymore and his face breaks and he goes full-on Anthony Michael Hall in The Breakfast Club with the "Fuck you!" scene, as Shane scrambles away from Eric, crying, and bails, leaving Eric crouching in the curb, alone. Eric grabs Shane and convinces his weepy ass to come take a "walk" with him. Yeah, I know what "walk" means in your lingo. Eric then starts camera-talking lyrics from the gay love song from Rent, saying that it's all right to cry and it's his job to "comfort" Shane. It's very touching. Shane and the shirtless Eric walk off, holding each other.