BJ and Tyler ding their bells and find the building where they deliver their first parcel. Ray and Yolanda, on the other hand, are not only still having navigation problems, but now they're arguing, and she's sort of randomly dissing him for being too "cool" and so forth. Things are not going well in that way that they never go well when you're spending way too much time navigating all over the place without any apparent hope for improvement in your situation, but at last, they find the garage and get their car parked. They get to the square, they miss the "Find Hachiko" thing and stare aimlessly at buildings...you know the drill. It just wouldn't be fun if they saw the clue right away.

BJ and Tyler are still on their bikes. Ding ding! Might I suggest they should really be… Girls' Bikes? Because Gary Busey would have a good time with them, I think. Not to even mention Vince Neil. They ride into the second building. They get the signature for their second parcel and leave. It's like watching an actual bike messenger, only less interesting. They head back to the place where they picked up, and must return, the bikes.

Finally, Ray and Yolanda find the Hachiko clue, and then Hachiko himself, and then the scarf guy. They choose the Maiden Detour, because they are not in any sort of mood to ask for more directions or drive around Tokyo on bikes. I do not blame them, and I suspect the passersby of Tokyo appreciate the kind consideration. Elsewhere, Eric and Jeremy flag down a cab, but when they stop the guy, he doesn't know where the Capsule Land Hotel is. He does, however, know how to take them back to Shibuya, where the hotel is, so they decide to head back to the area. Their driver, however, is a champ, and he gets on the phone to find out where the hotel is. Heroic cab drivers: one of the race's great motifs. For their part, BJ and Tyler, still accompanied by that obnoxious Karate Kid II music, finish their Detour and get their clue. Tyler has to tell us once again how much fun he's having with this whole racing thing, since he figures that the more times he says it, the more genuine and natural it's bound to seem. Everything I really mean, I say to my friends six or eight times in exactly the same way.