Previously on I've Been Through The Roadblock On A Horse With No Shame: Everyone raced to Buenos Aires, where a horse dumped Joyce on her fanny repeatedly, and another horse suffered the Wrath of Ray, making it the ugliest rode-hard-and-put-away-wet being on the show, other than Deana herself. (Oh, I didn't want to, but I couldn't not.) The lead teams were so delighted that Rob and Amber missed their flight that they were slightly unprepared for the part where Rob and Amber didn't actually miss their flight. Gloating and grousing ensued. Ray and Deana thought they were a lot better than everyone else, and certainly weren't going to hang with any bottom-feeders just because they've seen nothing but asses in front of them (and not just in the mirror -- har har!) since practically the beginning of the race. Susan and Patrick argued to the point of Un! Comfortable!, and ultimately were Philiminated just in time for group. No, seriously. Seven teams are left. Who will go next?
Credits. I miss Ryan and Chuck. It's an awfully long road without a team that specializes in saying stuff like, "I don't know whuuut." [BOMP.]
Commercials. You know, they really should give you a backrub when they change your oil. That would be awesome. I might change mechanics, though. [Shudder.]
We return to Buenos Aires, which is the "economic and cultural center of Argentina." So put that in your weekly geography test, dummy. We are outside the city at a polo club, momentarily paused during this, a "racearoundtheworld." Phil wonders whether everyone else -- and by "everyone else," we mean "Lynn and Alex" -- will continue to bug out over Rob and Amber's good luck. He also wonders whether Meredith and Gretchen will be able to drag their fannies out of last place in time for the Early Bird Special. (And with that, Miss Alli makes her one allotted "Early Bird Special" joke of the season at the expense of the old people, qualifying her for her big moment at open mic night in the Catskills at the Candlelight Lounge, where the special will be veal Marsala.)
3:00 AM. Rob and Amber rip their clue, which tells them to fly to Johannesburg, South Africa. Phil explains that this is more than 5,000 miles, and when they land, they'll choose a marked car that has a clue inside. They are getting $217 for the leg, for what appears to be no particular reason, although whoever it was who used to be fascinated by palindromes has apparently retired as Race Banker. You'd at least think they could offer me a theme next time. Maybe prime numbers? As they leave in a taxi for the airport, Rob says that he and Amber have had the angels on their side throughout the race up to this point, and "without it, [he doesn't] think [they'd] still be around." I hope you enjoyed that, because it was the last gracious thing you'll hear him say for the next two hours.