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00:58:59
Jeremy Clarkson, James May, Richard Hammond, Mike Skinner
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to an orangutang who thinks he's Patrick Moore.
with epaulette that matches my beach buggy.
Well, I've got a tranquilizer gun
to stop poacher shooting it.
Even the nub that's left that he's got is still worth,
which is that those two fat oaf have already weakened it.
Any car which can wheelie off the line...
that has grown in my underpants away?
and he doesn't realise that my knowledge of aerodynamics
Jeremy, why has your car sprouted a green moustache?
That will wake us up early. That's 1.5 kilogram. But...
I could take solace from the fact that this system
Admittedly only half a kilometre,
That means this car is 30-40 kilo lighter than it was before.
With the rhino fiasco behind us,
My rectum has just opened like a set of theatre curtains.
The alternator, as you can see, has come off its hinge.
On the outskirts of the city,
With James's tank bodge,
Right. Refuelled, so I'm good now for 31 miles.
It was like driving on a freshly resurface Silverstone.
They were battered and bruise, but they'd proved our point to Mr Wilman.
Do you know, every time I've overtake you,
Jeremy, why has your car sprout a green moustache?
we knuckle down to getting some miles under our belt.
- Is it gas? It is, isn't it? - I presume so.
I trod on my spectacles.
James, have you got that hoop weld in yet?
and which had been erect
which beg a question.
So we headed to a nearby abandon mine...
Whilst James toast his success with some more drink...
because you're expose to so much.
by the swinging '60s and endorse by Steve McQueen,
Wheelied, was uncontrollable, slam back down
The next morning, I woke to find I'd been recruit
the answer was depressingly predictable.
The going was smooth and easy and eerily quiet,
We'll find it tomorrow and it'll be fantastically glorious.
- Is it? - And, to make life doubly difficult...
and I'm mechanically inept.
Admittedly only half a kilometre,
The beach buggies, amazingly,
It was like driving on a freshly resurfaced Silverstone.
and... but of a man desperately trying to justify a terrible idea.
That's utterly pointless.
where you deliberately make yourself miserable.
Unable to find anything even remotely resembling a beach,
what's technically Angolan airspace towards the beach.
Sadly, though, a few miles later...
and with absolutely no help whatsoever
- Look, you can't even go inland. - No, we can't go there.
Nowhere in any guide I've ever read does it say,
Literally the most manly thing I've ever done.
and unforgiving and difficult.
weighed 200 kilograms more than James's charred wreck.
Well, what would you say, "unspoiled"? Yeah.
Right, Jeremy Clarkson thinks he's being flamboyant,
Once our sceptical colleague had agreed,
is driving three beach buggies to the Angolan border.
and I'm mechanically inept.
which is the capital, Namibia is a tough and arduous place.
Wheelied, was uncontrollable, slammed back down
Some of the petrol is... Oh, my giddy aunt!
I'm trying to think of something evocative and Victorian and brilliant.
and not just frivolous toys.
I wouldn't mind, but the rattling from James's workmanship is appalling.
This is uphill. I'm sure that's wrong.
With Jeremy's endlessly troublesome car fixed again,
That's kind of a terrifying sight, isn't it?
However, as the relentless pounding wore on,
With even Sergeant Stubborn admitting defeat,