Anyway, Tara hugs Phil. Wil says that he and Tara are going to win, and she raises her fists in triumphant agreement. There must have been quite a little conversation here, because somewhere, Tara has time to put her hair up between when she lands on the mat and when she does the fist-raise. She interviews that the race has confirmed to her that she and Wil are not exactly two peas in a pod. Wil interviews that he has, in fact, been sort of hoping that there was a teeny chance that they'd get back together, but he's finally deciding that maybe that's not such a hot idea. "It's time for me to move on," he says. The single women of America feel a wave of nausea wash over them. Tara says that she and Wil are still friends (what in the hell does that word mean to her, do you suppose?), and that they can still count on each other (for what?), and he says he cares for her (how?), and that they're going to work together (in what sense?). Here's The Wil Quote Of The Week: "I feel like the cocoon that has just…hatched into a butterfly, and now I'm able to kind of fly away and do my own thing." (Miss Alli's Mom: "Yeah, as opposed to the worm you've been up until now!" Miss Alli: "Oooh, good one." Miss Alli's Mom: "Thank you.")

Traffic jam on the way to the pit stop. Blake jumps out and asks if they can go around. (Because they should get to go, and all of the unimportant civilians should have to sit in traffic.) Chris and Alex, meanwhile, think they've taken a wrong turn. "We screwed up, man, we screwed up," Alex says. Chris pounds the map with his palm. You'd think he could at least hit the dashboard or something, because nothing sounds as weenie as slapping a piece of paper. Cha-Cha-Cha thinks they're on the right track, and Danny says that either way, they "came to enjoy the journey." And unlike most people, who say things like this because they know they're going to lose, I think they actually did come to enjoy the journey. Boston looks over their map. They try to wave down a car to help them with directions. The car doesn't stop. (They need to put some padding under Chris's shirt so he'll look like a desperate pregnant lady. And then he'll ask Alex whether he looks nine months pregnant, and Alex will say "more like fifteen," and then...I'm sorry, I'm losing my train of thought.)