Where are you?
On the river I just got onto embankment. Where are you?
I'm just going past Fulham football club.
This was bad news. Jeremy was now only a minute or so
from one's worth bridge where he could put his foot down.
So although the car was imprisoned by the traffic,
the boat was coming into play and Stig was closing in too
Please mind the gap between the train and the platform.
I've got nineteen miles an hour showing them a lot of speed over here.
I've got to keep that up I feel sick.
There we go with bridge.
Yes! Okay, Hammond and May, live with this!
That's the embankment. Where's May?
At this point Richard was just eight miles from the airport.
I had 17 miles to cover but I was going an awful lot faster.
The Stig was now catching Hammond too
and even worse views for the wall in shorts.
James had cleared the traffic.
Here we go.
We've got to be Jeremy and you cannot (inaudible).
That is the fire station, ladies and gentlemen, to your right.
Coming on to Melbourne now... Labour Party. They won't like this very much.
I don't like this car, I have to be brutally honest,
it's not my kind of things, but a car is nevertheless the right way to do this.
I've got it just set to 20 degrees, bit of Radio 3
Yeah, pull on me, why not, that's way I'm there for!
The Stig in a close second was now making his final train change.
Hello, officers!
I just went past the police at 45 miles an hour.
Annoyingly, I couldn't fully open the taps because weirdly I had traffic problems.
Look at it, just endless tourists.
My speed up.
This train's ready to King George V by London City Airport.
2025, 2018, so frustrating.
Where is Jeremy on this boat?
Tower Bridge, coming through!
As the river widened, I became the fastest-moving man in all of London.
Coming out to 50 miles an hour. How can we lose now?
It simply is not possible.
Yeah!
At this stage, James was last
and the Stig was still several stops away from the airport.
So it was becoming a two-horse race.
The bends in the river had made my journey seven miles longer,
but I was now doing a whopping seventy miles an hour.
Hammond was probably failing quite good about his chances.
I'm sorry, mate. Let go now, let go.
Bloody light! Bloody light!
London VTS, London VTS, this is red cougar
requesting permission to go through the barrier at speed.
Inaudible.
Sorry.
Somewhere around there there's an airport and I've got to go on port...
City airport, there it is!
Come on! I'm here, I've arrived!
Coming through!
You are late. A gentleman on a bike has checked in allready.
-What? -A gentleman on a bike has checked in.
-Hammond? -Yes.
-I'm in on you. -How the hell did you do that?
It's easier on a pushbike, you don't get stuck.
You've ruined top good. It's the last ever show.
I bent it a bit, but hang on then, what you're saying is
I've ruined Top Gear because I went on a bike.
-You came second in a boat. -Between us we've ruined Top Gear.
We sat down to see if Top Gear could be salvaged.
Just long as the Claw beats public transport.
-That's a very good point. -What if the car loses to public?
We need for public transport to come stone dead last.
We soon got an answer.
- Oh, no! - Did he go on a tube?
Underground, did you go dark, flashing lights?
-Did you go on a train? -With other people?
What he's just done is he's gone slower than a boat of the bicycle.
Inside is all numbers. It's gona be a bit of smoke. Keep watching.
Fifteen minutes after the Stig, James arrived.
-Thank you James. -What have you done?
The car, as an entity, lies smashed and broken in front of us.
Because of you. He beat you on public transport.