Dave and Mary's driver takes them to the entirely white Black Angel, but they are a trifle confused, and they do not stop. The *lyns, too, do not stop at the white Black Angel. Neither do the *wins. Behind these teams, the A(AM!)s pass the BQs in their taxi. The entire *wins/*lyns/*ians alliance is still in the wrong place, but at least they seem to realize that they're clearly not doing what they're supposed to do.
So, as it turns out, the first team to hop out at the Angel is the A(AM!)s. They're quickly followed by the BQs and Pointies. While the girls stand around negotiating their fare, the Pointies pass them. Up ahead, Tyler and James run down a long path to a clue box with a special sign above it. While one of the boys initially takes it to be a Yield, it isn't, quite. It says "Intersection." Phil explains to us that this is a new "twist." The Intersection requires teams to work together in pairs of two teams. They'll have to do all tasks and make all decisions together until they're told that they can separate again. I suppose I approve of this in a way, because I like interaction between teams, and because anything that turns out not to be the Yield is cool with me. It turns out that if you get to the box and there isn't another team there, you have to wait, so this could be a way to really get hosed. Because the Pointies are just behind the boys, it's not very tough for these two teams to decide they'll work together. I'm fascinated by the fact that Rob thinks that bucket hat he's wearing is acceptable. He looks like he's going fishing. With old people.
The BQs arrive at the Intersection, note that the only teams they aren't fighting with have already teamed up, and realize that they're going to be stuck with a team from the dreaded "Six Pack." I wonder if that wrecked car they left behind will come up. Meanwhile, the A(AM!)s and Pointies are reading the Fast Forward, which the teams have received at the Intersection box. Phil explains that in this case, the two joined teams will do the Fast Forward together. In this FF, you go two and a half miles to a market where they will each have to eat a big plate of... cow lips. Phil calls it a "local favorite." I am, as always, skeptical. Lutefisk is talked about the same way in Minnesota, and in fact, people only eat it to say they ate it. Well, except for crazy people. (It's whitefish aged in lye until it turns into a sort of jelly, in case you don't know. LYE. Caustic LYE. It was a great idea before things like refrigeration were invented.) The A(AM!)s and Pointies quickly conclude that they will do the FF.