At any rate, back at the Roadblock, Rob is hopping up on the horse as Amber laughs at him. She cheers -- loudly, with both lungs -- and he rides. He grabs the ring. They're done. "Baby, that was easy!" she says. "'Cause I'm a professional horse-rid-ah!" he says. "You look cute on the horse, babe," she says, wondering if they win another million, she should maybe buy a farm. As they're leaving, they note that it's 9:00. So it's now two hours after they left the pit stop, and they've (1) driven 25 miles; and (2) finished the Roadblock. That makes a lot more sense than the timelines for the other teams, so maybe it helped to leave later? I don't know. As they get in the car, Rob discusses the fact that he's hoping they can hop on the 9:30 AM flight.
Brian and Greg get to the airport and go up to the ticket counter. They time-check that it's roughly 9:20 or 9:25 as they stand at the counter, and they're hoping nobody else manages to get on the plane. And clearly, the plane is already delayed, because in most cases, particularly where you have to check your bags, you're not going to find yourself able to check in on a flight that's actually going to leave at 9:30 if you show up at the ticket counter at 9:25.
Elsewhere, Amber luxuriates in the back of the car, actually stretching her arm over her head as she talks about how the other teams would "die" if Rob and Amber caught up to them after taking a four-hour penalty. "Who cares about any of them?" Rob asks, and I do indeed wish she were more able to take that attitude, because I think he fairly genuinely does. "They hate the fact that we're doing well," Amber notes. Probably true, but...again, it's never a good idea to be thinking too hard about what other people are thinking too hard about. "The other teams love us," Rob counters. "They're strivin' to be like us." But unsurprisingly, he cannot even choke this out with a straight face, because he is not serious and this is shtick. Which, if Patrick and Lynn and Alex and some other people could figure it out, would reduce the level of stupidity and hypocritical moralizing in the season by about 95 percent.