The Noble we were driving is officially dead, thanks to David. So we’re stuck in an RV for hours of painful conversation with the other executives from the show, stuffing our faces with beef jerky and nachos. The Honda boys, Dirty Rice and Paris, have a huge hometown advantage in the first leg from Vallejo to Alameda and come in first. Everyone else gets confused driving through downtown San Francisco. Team F150 has the good sense just to stay on Dirty’s tail, which lands them the second place spot. Bullrun wears you down, and it’s no surprised that patience is running thin on all fronts. Dirty Rice doesn’t bother responding to the Olds boys when they call for help. And Team Charger aggressively overtakes the Lambo and the Olds just outside of the Naval base. Just because Team Olds and Team Charger are both from Queens doesn’t mean they like one another. Andre is clearly p*issed and wants the Charger boys gone. Tensions are high between team members as well, that tiny Lotus just isn’t big enough for Danny and Brian.

Meanwhile the Mexicans can’t navigate their way out of a paper bag! Even with a GPS and the help of an adult I’m not sure they could. Ralphie knows most of the people in the San Francisco by now, he’s asked them all for directions. Last again into the checkpoint… The challenge is Hot Pursuit, which isn’t as easy as it looks; Cesar almost dies of shock when the first explosion goes off. (And to think that we originally planned to have a helicopter dragging the targets!) It’s the BMW vs. Mexicans (weird choice from Team Honda) and, no surprise, Team F150 puts the Lotus against the Lambo. Jason and Jake can’t wait to push the Lambo over the edge and any damage to the Lotus is an added bonus.

Cesar almost dies of shock when the first explosion goes off!

It's HOT pursuit!

Team BMW nails it—and they prove themselves for the first time. They think they blew the motor doing celebratory donuts afterwards but the car is just smarter than both of them and knows when to switch off because it overheated. Lotus kills it. 47 seconds…Goddamn! The Lambo pulls out of the challenge completely and Jeff is seriously p*ssed that he keeps getting put in challenges and he forfeits to avoid any further damage. (You can buy his car on Ebay right now, by the way. In case buying a f**ked up Lambo with a hideous paint job has been your lifelong dream.) Out of the checkpoint and heading into Reno, the Lambo boys are worried what their country club friends will say if they don’t win the leg but it’s clear that the clutch is a serious problem. They may have the most expensive car but American Muscle is kicking their ass. Sure enough they pull in on a flat bed: ELIMINATED. Once again, Ralph and Cesar, the worst navigators in the history of driving, are saved by another car’s failure.

...out of the checkpoint and heading into Reno

Jeff from Team Lambo goes out after we wrap shooting and gets a monster Bullrun shield tattooed on his back. Check it out in the behind the scenes segment. Crazy sh*t.

Jeff from team Lambo's crazy Bullrun shield!