Look at that road. Look at it.
You could just become mesmerized by the straightness of it.
After a while, though, we became bored by the straightness of it.
There are 213 stitches on my door panel.
If you add up, all the numbers on my dashboard, it comes to 1247.
My battery is producing 12.9 volts.
To liven things up, I decided to stop for some elevenses.
Corvette style.
SPEED LIMIT 65
What are you doing?
I've just laid these black lines on the road
and I bet you, you can't do longer ones.
I bet you a million pounds I can.
This is what this car's for!
-What are we doing? -Well, you're keeping a lookout
while he tries to lay longer black lines down the road than I've managed.
But what if somebody sees us?
I don't think they will.
-Ready? -Yes. Here I go.
Hopeless.
This may be harder than I thought. It's automatic.
Right, back him out the way. Let's see if May can do it.
This can only go well.
-Have you turned the traction control off? -Yes.
-Have you ever done that in your life? -No.
-I think it's game of him to join in. -Right.
Lots of revs. Steering wheel straight.
Oh, cock.
-You are such an imbecile. -What do you call that?
I over corrected.
How well does that bode for Bonneville?
He can't drive in a straight line.
Traction control. On.
We tried going back to being factual.
Cows.
But soon, we ran out of facts.
Oh, God, look. It's clouding over.
VIP SPA
After what felt like six years, we came across some civilization.
Where Richard said he fancied an all day breakfast
in a good old boys' American diner.
And that gave me an opportunity to think of another thing
we weren't supposed to do. To do.
All our cars have keyless go.
So providing you have the key somewhere about your person,
somewhere near the car, the engine will start.
I think, however, that dodgers are a bit crude.
So, Hammond's sitting there, okay? He's got the keys in his pocket.
He'll know he's left it open, so I don't have his key.
Okay, ready?
I'm gonna repark it.
I'm not sure how far I can actually drive before the engine realizes there's no key.
But I think if I put it... I don't know, about here. Perfect.
Sorry.
With that factual test completed, we enjoyed a light breakfast
and chatted about our road trip.
How much are you looking forward to Bonneville?
More than I've looked forward to anything pretty much, ever.
It's... It's...
I've wanted to go there since I was a small boy.
I'm going to buy a Corvette when I get to England.
You won't.
It was time to hit the road.
-Onwards! -Is that what..?
-My car was there and now it's there. -Did you leave it?
Did you leave it there?
No, of course, I didn't leave it in the road.
-I've got the... -I'd go and get it if I were you.
How the...?
Oh, God, I'm sorry. Sorry!
That's weird.
Back on the I-50, I rechecked my stitching.
Eighteen, 19, 20, 21.
And James carried on moaning.
...isn't a proper American luxury car.
This is some sort of ridiculous American...
At the end of the I-50,
there's another very straight road to Bonneville.
But Richard and I decided it would be more fun to go there on the longer,
twisting road through the mountains.
So we'll go that way.
Why can't we just go there?
Look, James, Cadillac has never heard of Germany, okay?
But despite that, this car has been around the Nurburgring
in less than eight minutes.
It's supposed to be the fastest four-door saloon ever.
On those twisting roads, you'll love it.
And, you know what? On this astonishing road, he did.
All of a sudden, that stuff about limited slip differentials
and magnetic suspension,
all makes complete sense.
Oh, yes!
It's so planted.
This is the best American car I've ever driven,
by a distance as great as that road.
The lighter, grippier Corvette, however,
moves even better.
Man, this is great.
How can a car as docile as this one is most of the time
be this exciting...
...when the road gets twisty? How is that possible?
It's also such a joy to have all this power and all this handling
and a proper manual gearbox, not those stupid flappy panels.
Simple traction control on or off.
Are you listening, Ferrari?
Well done, fat man from Kentucky!
This is a masterpiece!
Here in the mountains, James and I have discovered
we weren't really driving point and squirt muscle cars.
We were in full on sports cars.
Richard, on the other hand, was driving a traditional muscle car.
And he wasn't having quite such a good time.
The Challenger's not really very good at this sort of thing.
The steering, though, is numb, actually. It's quite numb.
Meanwhile, back at the front, something amazing was happening.
This is just a tremend... Oh, my God.
Look at this. I just got overtaken!
Sorry, mate, but you're spoiling the view ahead slightly.
Now, that won't do.
What's got into him?
Try and keep up, Jezza.
He is really shifting now, Captain Slow!
This was way too exciting for the U.S. government.
TO KEEP THE US STATE DEPARTMENT HAPPY THE IS CENSORED.
And, anyway, we had to reach Bonneville before nightfall.
So we rejoined the main highway and went for it.
Sadly, though, this was also too much for the U.S. government.
I just wanted to make sure that you guys were doing the documentary.
Oh, it is a documentary. It's not like a fooling around show, no.
A serious show.
Jeremy's sincerity wasn't convincing.
And his hand gestures didn't help either.
Everything you said.
Everything you said made it worse.
At one point, I wanted to just...
Look, did I tell him we were doing a factual documentary?
There's gonna be no issues with the...
What's really alarming is, you've actually been quite entertaining.
-Oh, God. -I wasn't entertaining.
-No, I found you entertaining. -Yeah, you were.
I was being factual. No.
After that, we drove on in a factual manner,
excited that soon, we would be in Bonneville,
the mecca of speed.
And it really is a pilgrimage.
I mean, for a petrol head, it's... That is hallowed ground.