Jeebus is at the mountain, where they de-cab. The climb up the hill looks pretty tough, and Cyndi is worried that she can't keep going. But she does. "Oh God, help us," she says. Yeah, since we're doing Divine Intervention Through Yard Decorations, maybe He can send a pink flamingo this time. Or one of those things you put in your garden that looks like a lady bending over with her behind in the air. ["In defense of Team Jeebus, the last time I climbed a hill of any consequence, I implored God to either 'help me' or 'kill me now' at least a dozen times, so I kind of felt for Cyndi. The angel thing was still way annoying, though." -- Sars] They make it up the mountain to the McFlag, and open the clue, which turns out to be a Detour. Phil explains the whole choose-one-of-two-tasks notion behind the Detour. Your options this time? Go hang-gliding (strapped to somebody who actually knows how to do it, of course), or spend what looks like it would be an enormous amount of time searching the beach with a metal detector. In other words, they want everybody to go hang-gliding. They call this Detour "Seek Out" or "Freak Out," which is undoubtedly the worst Detour-naming job they have ever done.
Anyway, Jeebus immediately picks hang-gliding, and good for them.
Shola and Doyin make their way toward the mountain. As they de-cab, their taxi driver doesn't quite realize that Shola has already climbed out, and he continues inching forward a little, eventually running over his foot. Ow. He runs over it but good, too, because Shola's shoe winds up entirely under the tire. Shola rolls on the ground, writhing in pain. (Miss Alli's Mom: "Eh. Your father ran over my foot with the car once. Hey, does that make me a Gutsy Grandma?")
Commercials. Andie McPhee is Laura Ingalls Wilder. I love the part where Nellie Oleson inadvertently gives her Ecstasy.
Shola explains that the cab driver ran over his heel. He thought he was going to be done for right then, but he gets up and shakes it off as well as he can. He says nothing short of a "body cast" will take him out of the race. He also, in a move that completely endears him to me forever, lets the cabbie off the hook. "It's all right, it's all right, you didn't do it on purpose," he chuckles. I bet MAMom did the same thing, but if you fast forward to six months later, MADad said something like, "What's for dinner?" and she said, "I'm sorry, did you ask me what was for dinner or run over my foot with the car?"