Phil explains that while Rob and Brennan race to the airport, Team Guido is back heading for the ice climb. When they get there, Bill agrees to take it on. Cut to Bill, ice-climbing. Bill voices over that they're going "balls to the wall." God, that's going to give me nightmares. I'm going to wake up screaming, and I won't be able to get back to sleep for a week. Bill also opines that they're going to "zoom right past 'em and not even look back." Well, Guido, you'd better hurry up, because now you are seriously behind. With the ice climb over, the Guidos get back in their SUV and head for the marker where they are to pick up the snowmobile. No, not the snowmobile Danza and Esquire had the shot at this morning -- the snowmobile that dragged them, remember? The snowmobile from last time? Heeeeee hee hee! "I hate snowmobiles," Joe moans as they're strapped in. While they zoom down the trail, he says, "There's got to be some damn shack up here, and we're gonna sleep in our sleeping bags and freeze our asses off all night long." Heh. I think Joe is beginning to figure out that they're totally hosed. He goes on to say, "Who knows? Maybe Frank and Margarita and Rob and Brennan fell off their Skidoos and they froze in the snow and we're in first place." Snerk. They pull into the pit stop with the charming fur-lined greeters from the end of last week's show, and are told they're the third team to arrive. So much for the "fell off their Skidoos" theory. In case you've forgotten, the print on the screen reminds you that they are a full twenty-four hours behind. Ha! They voice over that they're still convinced they can catch up. "That can happen very easily if you're caught up at an airport," Joe says. Yep. If you're caught up for an airport for a very, very long time, anyway. Joe had better hope for a very large blizzard that somehow allows him to move while keeping Esquire and Danza at the airport, because otherwise...well, I'm not saying it yet.