Kelly and Jon make their second trip down the hill, and this time they bring the sled. AAAAAAAAAAH! At the bottom, they snag a cab driver, and ask him, "Can you take us to the bus station?" Or, as Kelly says, "the boose station." Why would a guy who knows "can you take us to the" and "station" not know "bus" unless you pronounce it like a Bronson Pinchot character? As they put their bags in the cab, she allows as how her butt is indeed a little sore, and adds that she and Jon decided that because they had spent a lot of money already, they'd take a bus to the Calalzo train station instead of a taxi.

1:44 AM. Russell and Cindy. As they leave the mat, she yammers some more about how she's "very attracted" to this controlling, ungrateful jerk -- not that she has the presence of mind to use those words -- and how he's "smart" and "intelligent" and she has "very strong feelings" for him. Russell, meanwhile, says that he's not fooling around with Cindy during the race, because -- as he puts it -- "I wasn't traveling 40,000 miles for sex." That's right, he wasn't. He was, instead, traveling 40,000 miles to beat Wil's record for zero-to-mean-bastard by directing his vitriol at a reasonably nice but evidently clueless woman rather than at a manipulative chick who gives just as good as she gets. You've got to have a goal.

Jon and Kelly get out of their cab at the Cortina bus station, and Jon also seems to admit to a little butt pain as he clambers out. He's lucky he didn't leave 62\% of his body snagged on various jags of ice on the hill, so I'm thinking he should be grateful that this is as far as it went. Inside, Kelly and Jon figure out how to get the bus to the train station.

Back at the hotel, Russell and Cindy are trying to figure out where to go. They've apparently decided to try to walk to the hill, but they seem lost.

Clowns. Hill. AAAAAAAAAH! Clue.

Monica and Sheree arrive by taxi at the Calalzo train station, where they run smack into the Sister-Kissers. Sheree warns everyone that if there gets to be a big bunch, "some people are going to get really aggressive, so beware."

2:29 AM. Chip and Reichen tear open their clue. As they grab a cab to the hill, Reichen interviews that they originally intended to "run an honorable race." However, after the Line-Butting Incident at LAX, they decided that if other people wouldn't stand in line nicely and politely, well, Reichen and Chip just wouldn't stand in line nicely and politely either. Okay, first of all, the thing at the airport didn't affect the Chipsters, because they wouldn't have gotten a ticket anyway, so I don't see why they're all pinchy about it. Second of all, I fault the show, not Josh and DadSteve, for the line-butting. (I fault Josh for his bratty attitude, but that's a separate issue.) So this whole thing is crap, even apart from the stupidity of the whole "run an honorable race" thing. To me, "run an honorable race" means only a few things. First, don't cheat: don't do things you know are against the rules that you think won't be discovered or can't be pragmatically enforced. Second, don't be a gratuitous asshole: this is the prohibition against hurling insults like a second-grader, ostracizing people at pit stops, or being abusive to your partner. Third, accept defeat gracefully: don't blame the cameraman, don't blame other teams, and don't blame your cab driver. Finally, eyes on your own paper: in other words, racing certainly involves going for the advantage, but finding new ways to sabotage other people instead of running your own race isn't exactly an accomplishment you'll be proud of later. That's all there really is to "running an honorable race." Trying to weasel your way to the front of a line, refusing to offer assistance to other distressed racers, offering them misleading information, forming alliances, taking opportunities where you find them...these things are not dishonorable. When they're done by a team you hate, it's natural to find them distasteful, but they're not ethical lapses, and if I never hear this whole The Morality Of The Race muckety-muck again, I will be very relieved.