4:13 AM. The theme of the week is Overblown Scoring, and a loud "BWAAAAP!" of horns takes us to Esquire. Matching knit hats, yuck. Marshmallow-man jacket, yuck. Esquire isn't doing it for me today in the winter-wear. In their cab, Rob opines that the way to do it is that, since neither the bikes nor the glider is available until morning, they can go look at the glider place, and if nobody else is in line, they can be first. If other people are there, they can always turn tail and head for the bikes, because the bikes aren't "a first-come, first-served situation." I'd like to point out that the Guidos, clever fiends that they are, were unable to come up with this (let's face it) NOT THAT ADVANCED piece of strategic thinking. I'm telling you, these boys are no dummies. Anyway, Brennan, The Boy Who Never Gets To Talk, says, "Right."
4:36 AM. Kevin and Drew rip open the clue. "Take an eight-kilometer bike ride to the train station, your bags must travel with you…scratch ass," Kevin snorts. ("Scratch ass" is Kevin-ian for "Not.") They want to do the glider. As they walk along, they're speculating about whether Bert and Ernie will do the bikes or the plane. Drew voices over that they've been at the front of the pack and the back of the pack, and now they're close to the back again. He thinks they'll recover, given a little time.
Esquire at the airstrip. They're the first to get there, so they park themselves to wait. "Now we get to sit around, like, for four hours out in the dark," Rob says. "But we're first in line, and that's what counts." Brennan: "It's a little cold out here." Man, why do they only give him lines like that? Everything they let him say makes him sound like Rain Man.
4:59 AM. Momily. Nancy tells us that the lack of sleep and the lack of food are beginning to catch up with people. Emily tells us that Momily hasn't been able to catch many breaks. I suppose that's true, if you don't count the help of other teams as a break, which I think you arguably can. On the other hand, sociability is a skill, so perhaps that's not pure luck. After all, it's not an accident that nobody would extend a hand to help the Guidos. Em laments that over and over, "the same people are getting the same good luck." This is partly true as well. The Guidos, in particular, have BOTH played the game quite well AND had unbelievably good luck. More to the point, they've had no bad luck, which is more than basically anyone else can say. Nancy says she keeps thinking they're going to be eliminated, but then they keep squeaking by.