As the train pulls into the target station at last, ClownJon and Al show that they have made the fashion-dubious but comfort-wise decision to tie damp white do-rags on their heads to keep themselves cool. Once the doors open, the entire crew bolts out of the train and runs up a big set of stairs in search of taxis. Team Who is first to get away clean, and David gives his driver some extra encouragement on the way out of the station.
Now that we're here, Phil fills us in on exactly what it is the teams are doing -- as it turns out, they have to drive along Highway 47 and search for a yellow-and-red billboard that says "Get Here," where they'll find the clue. The teams trailing Team Who -- the clowns, Tian and Jaree, the Chipsters, Chuck and Millie, and Kelly and BuffJon -- are all grabbing cabs now, and the Chipsters even change taxis once because the one they originally get hooked up with doesn't have enough gas for the trip. The teams start to take off and fly down the highway. My favorite shot in this section is this lady all dressed in bright purple, riding sidesaddle on the back of a guy's motorcycle. Now that is a bad-ass chick. If I weren't a boring Midwestern government worker, I would thoroughly enjoy being a lady in India dressed in bright purple and riding sideways on the back of a motorcycle.
David tries to get to know his driver by asking his name. According to the yellow captions, the driver tells them that his name is Money, although it would be interesting to know what he actually said. Certainly, the boys think he said "Money," because they launch into the obligatory "Money-Man! You're the Money-Man!" patter, which I'd like to think I'm too dignified for, but I'm probably not. It's probably exactly what I would do, if I successfully restrained myself from going for some far worse and far more involved pun. ["I went with 'big money, big money, no whammies -- STOP!' Probably a bad call." -- Sars] Among other things, Team Who is just generally wound very tight, and you get the feeling that they have been really struggling with dumb mistakes early and feeling like if they could break out of their slump, they could take a lot of the rest of these people without too much trouble. And if they can solve their navigation (and idiocy) problems, I tend to agree.
Back at the cab corral, Chip is still trying to make sure the cab they're grabbing has enough gas in it. "Chip," Reichen says finally, "we're spending too much time arguing. Let's go." Chip pops the trunk, drops his pack in, and they're off. Well-handled, I think, on Reichen's part, because it didn't come off like whining or a put-down. I always think the most impressive thing you can do on this show is successfully communicate an opinion different from your partner's without sounding obnoxious.