-Go! -Yeah!
Yes!
Go, go, go.
Come on! James, we're a team!
This is full speed!
I hate it when they make us do a race. I should have known.
All right, boys?
Let's get up this hill. Go, go, go.
There's no question mine is faster than yours.
And quieter.
Oh, no, my steering's jammed.
Oh, I'm losing traction completely.
Go forward, go forward. Do a bit of convoy formation here, lads.
That's a good effort. Go!
Yes! All right, now I can just...
engage seat angle alteration.
While Sir Randolph May was stuck, I went to help the orang-utan.
Try and get the bodywork off the wheel.
If you try and turn the wheel to the left.
-This is teamwork now, isn't it? -We're actually doing teamwork.
What am I thinking of? I've got my gravel system to deploy.
Watch this. Pulling the string dispenses gravel from the hopper
in front of the wheels, improving traction.
Deploy...
Hang a right.
Right, go, go, go!
Having mended Jeremy's scooter, Thunderbird One then had to rescue me.
Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes!
-Oh, this is just... glorious. -Tremendous!
Stop it.
They're down there, look. There.
-Losers! -How did you get there?
We'll see you at the end!
I feel a crate of beer coming on.
Who... Hammond! They're ahead of us!
Go.
Left here, Ben! Go on, go, go, go.
Worried by the progress of our rivals,
Hammond and I stopped to discuss our colleague.
I mean, look at him. He's pretty pointless.
there is a bit of a... a bit of a rise in the terrain there.
Nope.
Do we, in these unique circumstances, merely leave him?
Or shoot him and leave him?
Because we were working as a team, we decided to just leave him.
I feel bad. I do. I feel bad.
I'm getting better.
Right.
I think... that way.
The Pro Rider Road King is doing well here.
A moment of actual progress.
Mate, we're rolling.
I was rolling, too, and had left Jeremy far behind.
It's getting very muddy now, but that's okay.
This is where tracks are absolutely perfect.
Bloody Nora!
-Nav check. -Be careful, man.
That was that road we saw on top of the ridge.
We're doing well. We're doing well.
It's going to get tricky up there, them contour lines.
Yeah. Let's keep doing what we're doing.
Sportster, this is Pro Rider Road King, come in.
I may need your winch a tiny bit.
Oh, God.
Once again, I had to abandon my pursuit of our rivals
to go and rescue the orang-utan.
What have you done?
Let it rock.
Go on!
Yeah, that's much better.
That isn't. Oh, no!
Lovely jubbly!
Go, go, go.
The Pro Rider was eventually righted.
But this teamwork nonsense wasn't getting us anywhere.
Ram me.
Jeremy...
Go. It's going to be dark by the time I get there.
-Mate, I'm going to. -Go. Be the team.
-For the team. -And beat the soldiers.
On the Top Gear thing that has suddenly become.
-Yes. -I'm not giving in,
but I don't want you to wait anymore.
So long, Pro Rider.
Obviously, the servicemen were in the lead,
but they were still taking the long way round.
If I'm going to stand a chance of preserving my team's honour,
I'm going to have to go straight up. Come on.
To help me, my rivals were starting to struggle.
Mate... And my leg's fallen off.
We're through.
Lesser vehicles would have been just stumped by that.
Are you stuck?
Landed right on my GPS.
Meanwhile, much further back...
Now that my weight is on the back wheels, I have traction.
Oh, yeah. I'm surfing now.
If we bend it outwards.
Mark's control panel had snapped off in the fall
and getting it fixed again had cost them precious time.
-Did you hear that? -Yeah, I can hear some engine.
I can hear Hammond.
Hammond? There's no [bleep] way he could have got up here that fast.
Go, go, go.
Come on, unstoppable Sportster!
I've got to pick my lines, keep it as level as I can.
-That's it there, the summit. -That's it. That's the summit.
It's a race to the finish line.
That's got to be the summit up there.
Come on!
Last push now, boys.
I'm going to make it!
Keep going, keep going, keep going.
-Go, go, go. -Last little bit.
Yes! This is it. This is the summit.
-All right, lads? -Welcome.
-Well done, mate. -Well done, well done.
It's just me.
Meanwhile, far, far away...
Now, look at this. It's a 17th-century pub.
And look at that step there.
Now, if you were in a normal conventional electric wheelchair,
that would be game over and no pint.
But now... watch this.
Full power.
Hang on. Hang on.
Oh, cock.