-Go!
-Yeah! Yes! 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.
