Oh, dear! I've run into the white cliffs of Dover, literally.
Still, could be worse.
-Sir Ben Ainslie, sir? -Yes.
Please don't take this personally, but this is bloody purgatory!
Can you imagine... No, I can't. Ow!
Meanwhile, I'd found a track.
This must take me back to the road.
Oh, my God! Tractor!
-Sir Ben Ainslie, sir? -Yes!
What happens if you need a slash on this boat?
-I think there's a bucket somewhere. -Right. I might just piss myself.
What is the point of sailing?
The track had indeed taken me back to the road,
but the accident with the tractor meant
I was no longer driving the fastest car in the world.
That noise is not good.
It's not going to make it. It just is not going to make it.
So there was only one thing for it.
-Hi. -Good afternoon.
I've got a small problem with my car.
There was a maniacal tractor driver
who was doing 70 kilometres an hour, I swerved...
In a jiffy, the helpful hire car lady had me back in the race.
Now, in one important respect,
this car is not the same as the one I started out with.
But at the finish line, I suspect James will be so exhausted he won't notice...
that I set off with a blue car and ended up with a red one.
And anyway, right now I had bigger issues,
because I was 100 miles from the finish line
and James was only 50 miles away.
To win, then, I'd have to go twice as fast.
Nice, guv! Lovely work. Steady, boys.
Stay vigilant, though, boys! Stay on it!
-Jeremy, where is he? -No idea. No comms.
Come on! We've got the fastest car in the world, now use it.
Twenty-three knots.
Okay! Three, two, one! Diving!
[bleep]
Come on, James, give him a hand! Come on, man.
It's not the bloody love boat.
Come on, Jeremy, concentrate, concentrate.
Make every corner as crisp as you can. Come on!
Just ticked over nine hours.
I'm so sick of this.
What I really needed was a road with no corners.
And thanks to this wonderful country, that's exactly what I found.
Yee-haw!
This is called Ninety Mile Beach, because it is exactly 55 miles long.
I don't understand that, either.
What I do know and I do understand, is that it is genuinely a public highway.
It's a road.
No traffic, no corners, James May, you have had it.
In the boat, we were about to go round the very top of New Zealand.
That is the cape there.
Once we've rounded that, we think we'll have wind
and a bit of tide with us, the water will be flat,
then we've got about ten miles of pleasant sailing, like in Howards' Way.
It can't come soon enough.
Jesus.
Bit wobbly there.
Yeah, boys, just stay vigilant for this last six or seven miles.
Not far to go.
I was now off Ninety Mile Beach.
Back on gravel. I wasn't expecting that.
Come on, small red hatchback, whatever you are.
I'm doing this now to uphold the honour of coal, gas and oil...
the cornerstones of civilisation.
-Is that our beach there? -Yeah.
The finish line was a chequered flag at the water's edge,
but to make my day even more miserable,
Sir Ben announced that the boat couldn't actually get there.
You're going to have to jump off and swim ashore.
What? You're joking!
There's now only five miles to go.
Okay, James.
Don't lose it now. Do not lose it now!
Go for it, James! Swim!
Come on!
No! No!
Come on! Please!
Have I won? Have I won? Have I won?
Oh, man in heaven! Oh, God!
Holy cow! Have you seen your face?
I was just about to conclude and say, we must now close down
all coal and gas-powered power stations
and switch immediately to wind power,
'cause obviously it's better, but look what it does to you!
It's brought me out in boils and sores and blindness.
Did you have to use any of your insurance waiver forms?
No, none at all. The car got here without a single scratch.
-It was blue when you set off. -It wasn't.
-Wasn't it? It was blue! -It wasn't.
-I'd have sworn it was blue, wasn't it? -It was red.