Episode 9 Top Gear USA

Now on Top Gear, we swap pavement for pain...

..and head to Alaska to find America's toughest truck.

Adam, do you see how big that mountain is in front of you?

I think I'm going to need bigger tyres.

I think you're going to need a better truck.

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Welcome to a very special episode of Top Gear.

I'm Adam Ferrara. That's Tanner Foust, and this is Rutledge Wood.

Today is all about the pickup truck.

In 2009, Americans alone bought 4.9 million trucks,

like this F-150.

The F-series Ford has been the top-selling vehicle in this country

for 28 years in a row. There's a lot of rivalries in trucks,

so we decided to answer the question that's consumed the nation for years.

-What is America's toughest truck?

-To find a definitive answer,

the producers told us to go online, spend no more than 3,000

and buy a truck that would then be put through a series of challenges.

Here's the catch. It had to have at least 150,000 miles,

and we had to buy it sight unseen.

And we met our trucks for the first time

in an equally challenging environment - Alaska.

The last wild frontier,

two and a half times the size of Texas.

It's pretty wild,

and apparently has lots of animals that can trample and eat you.

We bought our trucks online. They looked OK in the photos,

but we had no idea if they'd actually be any good.

All we knew was that one of them would be crowned America's toughest truck.

But between now and then lay the Alaskan wilderness

and a slew of challenges. We had no idea what was in store for us -

only that we'd meet our trucks for the first time in the forest,

just north of Anchorage.

You know Alaska's one of the only few states

where you can see all three types of bears?

-That's great.

-It's not the bears that you got to be worried about.

-It's the moose.

-Did you hear that?

-What was that?

There's three times as many people killed by moose as bears.

-What are you wearing?

-This is for the bears.

This is bear spray. This'll knock a grizzly down,

like, bear pepper spray. And these are bear bells.

-BELLS JINGLE

-Bear bells?

-They hate this.

Salsa?

-Oh, my God!

-Is it a bear?

No, it's a Dodge.

Oh, yes!

Oh, it's even bigger than I thought!

I'd picked a '97 Dodge Ram

with an extended cab and a 5.7 litre Magnum V8.

I was going to power across Alaska in style and comfort.

It's a lot newer than the others. How'd you get this for three grand?

I found it on Craigslist. It had to have 150,000 miles.

-That's all our criteria said, so...

-And how much is on this?

159.

If there's any endurance factor, then, the Dodge is hosed.

Tanner, do you see this?

I can fit my entire head. That's how much suspension travel I got.

-That's embarrassing.

-My favourite part about this is,

your head is now a unit of measurement.

-Is this yours, Tanner?

-Oh, it's adorable!

Was "Smurf" the colour description?

My choice was a 1983 Chevy CK Stepside.

Lightweight, diesel, 165 horses - the perfect bush truck.

Gentlemen, take a look under the hood. This is the best part.

While you guys are choking and trying to find gasoline,

I will be a torque monster with my diesel.

You got a diesel? You got a diesel with a carburettor.

-That's a 350.

-Oh, no!

-You got robbed!

If you're lucky, it's a four-volt main,

but that is not a diesel!

It's a small setback. It's a 350.

One of the most popular engines ever sold in America.

Not what I was hoping for, but...

You were hoping for a man's truck, like this.

Adam, this is the worst decision you have ever made.

Are you kidding me? Look! It's a Ford, baby!

For me, it could only be a 220 horsepower Ford F-250.

This beast was made in 1976, when men were men

and trucks were trucks. And I was...nine.

-This is, like, the Ford of Death.

-Check out the seats!

Wow! That is semi-truck leather right there.

-This is seats from a Lincoln. Electric!

-Wow!

This is going to be, probably, the roughest ride of your life.

That's why I got the seats. I thought of everything. This is a Ford, my friend,

the best-selling pickup in the world.

While each truck had its downside, failure was not an option,

because stalking behind us all the way

was a '93 Toyota pickup, a Jihadi favourite.

It's known around the rest of the world as a Hilux.

The rules were simple. If your truck failed,

you had to finish the search for America's toughest truck

in an import.

You would be a national disgrace.

I don't know if anybody's in a really great situation,

but I think by far I've got the best out of the three.

Yeah, if you want to pick up guys in Nome.

To find out how roadworthy our trucks were,

the producers gave us our first challenge - a braking test.

We needed to get up to 30 miles an hour,

and then jam on the brakes at a marker point 30 feet from the lake.

If our trucks didn't stop, we would be beaver bait.

Let's go!

-Are you scared?

-Um, I'm looking for my out.

20...

30...

-Wow, it's got some power.

-Oh, I think it's coming!

That thing is coming!

How is that possible that thing can stop?

'Adam's stopping distance was five feet from the water's edge.

'Tanner and his Chevy Smurfside were up next.'

-"When night attack comes from a predatory bear"...

-Uh-oh!

Here we go. This is going to be fun.

Oh, man... Oh, man, he's flyin'! He is flying!

Where's those brakes?

-Wow!

-THEY LAUGH

It stops!

-Yeah, OK.

-Safe!

'My truck stopped two feet from the water,

'which meant Adam was in the lead.'

I think you're up there, Texas Ranger.

Hope you got some Chuck Norris in that Dodge!

Here we go.

'Rutledge definitely had an unfair advantage with his '97 Ram,

'so we decided to level the playing field a bit by cheating,

'and we moved his braking point closer to the water.'

Don't worry about a thing. His head floats.

-Get it up there.

-There we go.

-Get it up there.

-There it is.

-THEY LAUGH

-BLEEP!

ENGINE SNARLS

Just a little too far. You had it.

-Where was I supposed to brake?

-No, you're good.

-You're fine.

There you go.

-Keep comin'.

-I don't know how something like that could happen.

-You guys went 30?

-30? I was over 30.

-Three-zero.

-That sucks. You lost that one.

-You'll be fine.

Don't worry. I'd shake it off and focus on the next one.

'Remarkably, Adam's 1,000-year-old Fordzilla won the first challenge.

'But now it was time for the next one.'

All right, gentlemen. The moment we have been waiting for.

"Alaska is home to the most brutal environment in America,

where trucks routinely meet their fate in rivers, forests,

crevasses and ice, as well as on the road. You're now in Healy, Alaska,

where Christopher McCandless famously went Into The Wild"...

-and died, by the way, actually.

-He died?

-Yeah, he did.

"To test the roadworthiness of your trucks,

-your next challenge is to drive 100 miles to Fairbanks."

-OK.

Let's go. Do you really know how the guy died, or no?

-He didn't have a bear bell.

-You don't know. OK.

This road-trip challenge would test our vehicles' endurance,

and it also gave us the perfect chance

to get to know what we'd bought.

Getting her up to speed for the first time.

Getting a little shake through the steering wheel.

I got a good 25 degrees of actual play in the wheel.

Fan belt is squealing away,

and we're going 46 miles an hour.

This old Chevy, it's got 238,000 miles.

-That's a

-BLEEP

-load.

Rutledge has got a truck that either a high-school football captain would drive,

or maybe Chuck Norris.

-Can you hear the tyres?

-HE MAKES MOANING SOUND

HE MAKES MOANING SOUND

I got a set of 37-inch mud terrains.

That's huge!

I think that may be why I had a little bit of trouble stopping.

The tough thing for Dodge is, they haven't always done really well

with their truck sales. In '93, they sold less than 100,000 trucks,

so that's when they decided to totally redo it,

launched a completely new Ram for '94.

The highest number of trucks Dodge ever sold? 1996,

and this was one of those 400,000.

Adam's truck was built before I was born.

-ROARING AND GRINDING

-I am driving a 1976 Ford F-250,

and I'm yelling because it's very noisy.

The paint job is falling apart,

and the power steering...

There's no power steering.

I should have been a little bit more suspicious

when I saw the ad for this truck.

The picture was taken way far away,

and he said "will trade for mountain bike".

I figured out your colour, Tanner!

It's blurple.

Just wait till the sun comes out. You'll see the blue.

Adam's truck is... It's what the Unabomber would drive.

A lot like when we went to Detroit,

I haven't seen any foreign cars up here...

..except for one Toyota truck.

I do not want to drive a Toyota.

At this point in our country's automotive history,

I want an American truck to prevail.

More importantly, I want my American truck to prevail.

We headed north on a ribbon of asphalt,

separating us from epic emptiness.

To the west, Siberia. To the east, a vast nothingness

that some call Canada.

Once you get beyond the trees and you can see a little bit of distance

up in the clouds, it is God's country.

It's not conquered by man - certainly not by vehicles at all.

After four hours, we made it to a gas stop.

Things were going good, but something was just bothering me.

Hold on. Rutledge's truck looks way too new, doesn't it?

Ow! Oh!

-Oh!

-Get him, Adam! Get him, Adam!

Oh!

Oh, come on!

That's what you get for buying a '97, Rutledge. Come on.

HE LAUGHS

THEY LAUGH

-Why would you...

-That looks much better!

Why did you get your ugly purple on my beautiful black truck?

To me it looks like you've had a severe front impact,

-and I have a little door ding.

-Your lifted-ass truck!

I would've taken it in the bumper,

but instead it had to take it in the hood.

You say you prefer to take it in the bumper?

We finally made the outskirts of Fairbanks

and completed the second challenge unscathed.

Then we were told that from now on, we would be in the wild.

Tonight would be our last hotel.

So our next challenge was to convert our trucks

into bush-ready campers overnight.

If we didn't, the bears would be feasting on us.

Having successfully completed the first highway challenge,

we'd spent the night in Fairbanks,

converting our trucks into campers.

Last night the producers were gracious enough

to give us all of about six hours' notice

that we'd be camping in our trucks in the Alaskan wilderness for days.

So, of course, we decided to make a few minor modifications.

'I created my camper shell in the shape of a giant spoiler.

'It would keep me warm and dry

'while enhancing the already-stellar performance of the Chevy Stepside.'

It's all about rugged simplicity - a bed, sleeping bag,

coffee, of course, and this thing...

This is on now. We're going to be off-roading through hell.

I admit the paint fumes may have gotten me a little bit,

and I don't know what the spoilers are for.

Maybe they'll scare the bears away. But if you're going out with a truck

and keeping it tough, this is the way to do it.

Oh, my God!

HE LAUGHS

Really?

Did you have to kill a beaver for that?

Rutledge Wood, what in the Sam Hell are you thinking?

It's a log cabin. I wanted to bring a little piece of home with me.

I wanted to be comfortable. This is my porch.

Hang out here.

HE LAUGHS

-Come on in.

-I'd like to wipe my feet on the welcome mat.

-Wow!

-If you want to have a seat on my front porch...

Every good Southern man likes to sit on the front porch. Look.

I've got a minibar. I've got a stove, complete with a stove exhaust.

Oh, look at this.

This way I'm really one with the animals.

My Daniel Boone hat here.

-Your bed is about five feet long.

-You don't think I can fit in it?

-I couldn't fit in that bed.

-Why don't you move? I'll show you.

You ready?

-Wow-wah!

-This is the life in here, Tanner.

This is an entry point for bears, for termites, mosquitoes...

No! It's where my feet go! This is where I'm going to sleep.

-Oh, Rutledge...

-Listen. What don't I have?

Sanity. Protection from the elements. Some sort of structural rigidity.

Look at this thing. This is bad.

I only had a few hours. I thought you'd have been more impressed.

I thought you would've put your attention to survival

instead of your dream cabin. HORN BEEPING

Oh, my gosh!

THEY LAUGH

Adam!

-How are you, fellas?

-I am at a loss.

-The truck got worse!

-What do you mean, it got worse?

-It wasn't possible, but you did it.

-Is this a cage?

-Yes.

It's to protect me from bears,

and those killer moose we were talking about.

-So paranoia got to you.

-Not paranoia. Safety.

You're going to use a picture of a lion,

and you've painted your truck blaze orange.

Safety from hunters, right? This picture will scare away -

-Does it ring like a bell?

-Let me show you what else I got.

-Go stand by the lion!

-I'm not sure what to expect here.

-ROARING NOISES

-Huh?

Really? A speaker-phone with a lion noise on it?

-It's brilliant!

-You know, bears, they have huge paws.

-They can just get in and just...

-Adam, I think you're a nice guy.

I do. I think you're awesome. But you are freaking crazy.

-Is this your escape hatch?

-Yes.

-I thought he was just pretending.

-You're really scared of bears.

-You're not?

-No.

I've got whisky and guns in my log cabin.

You guys are aware that this is the wettest Alaskan summer in history?

What are you going to do if it rains?

With our trucks prepared for life in the wilderness,

we set off for our next challenge, which would start 80 miles away.

Back on the highway, it was becoming clear

that we might not have thought through our modifications properly.

Tanner, how much down-force are you getting in the purple Chevy?

I think I could drive upside down right now.

Are you getting a good draught off of it now, NASCAR?

I'm finding I'm just slightly less aerodynamic than I was yesterday

in this monster.

I feel like I'm being chased by the Jamboree bears!

Adam, when you're done mowing all those lawns,

will you have a chance to go out in the woods with Tanner and I?

Everybody that pulls up to you, Rutledge,

pauses to see if they dare pull up alongside you. It's hilarious.

Tanner, you just need to hope you don't find any skateboarding bears.

Adam, do you see how big that mountain is in front of you?

-Holy

-BLEEP!

Wow! They are all around.

Three sides.

I think I'm going to need bigger tyres.

I think you're going to need a better truck.

We arrived at the start of the next challenge.

We had to drive to the top of somewhere called Fish Creek,

which is a 20-mile automotive proving ground

built by Mother Nature.

The extreme inclines, drop-offs, potholes and water hazards

would be a test for any brand-new truck,

let alone our weathered pickups.

Oh, hey, guys. Looks like we got a water crossing.

-We got a what?

-How deep does it look?

I don't think there's any other way to go but across. You guys good?

All right. Let's go!

Yeah, buddy! Oh, he's stuck.

Er, fellas?

'Things weren't looking good for the lion king.'

RUTLEDGE LAUGHS

-Oh,

-BLEEP!

Did the engine die, or did you stall it?

I think the engine died.

It's coming up, like, kind of, into this thing. It's coming in.

Why don't you come on out?

You guys need a life raft?

'The river was flowing hard enough to sweep an average truck away.

'Luckily, the Ford weighed close to three average trucks.'

I know this. Currently that lion is not scaring anyone.

-You have the tow strap?

-Want me to just throw it?

-Why don't you drive it over?

-OK. I can do that.

Yeah, baby! Dig, dig!

That's what I'm talkin' about!

-Hook this to that.

-You ready?

You look great out there.

-You trying to get me in the water?

-No! No, no!

'If Adam fell into the icy waters, he could die,

-'which would hold Tanner and me up.'

-It's good. Put it on there.

All right. Get back in your truck, kemosabe.

Old Chuck Norris will be happy to pull you out.

OK, Rutledge, go ahead. And, Adam, turn left as hard as you can.

Turn left, Adam. Left, left.

Keep going, Rutledge. Keep going, Rutledge.

-Keep going, Rutledge.

-Yeah!

OK. Good.

It's like taking care of a three year old.

HE LAUGHS

-Chuck Norris saved you!

-Thank you, Texas Ranger.

ENGINE STARTS

It lives!

We only helped Adam out of the water because we didn't want to pollute the river.

I have no idea how that truck started

after being under water for that long.

Risen from the dead.

'My Ford was indestructible.

'It deserved a name that could tell the world

'it could take anything and keep going -

'Keith Richards!'

It's only rock 'n' roll, but I like it!

With the water obstacles completed, we headed up to the top of the ridge.

But an ordinary hill-climbing task this was not.

This was more like hell on earth.

To our left, a drop of 1,000 feet awaited the careless driver.

Wow!

And if somehow you survived the fall,

the ice below was full of deadly sinkholes

that could swallow small office buildings without a trace.

Oh, my gosh. Look up to your left.

I'm not looking! I'm not looking!

That is straight down.

-Oh, don't go too far right, Adam.

-Oh, I don't like heights!

'On a trail like this, it is vital to have power steering,

'good brakes, transmission in perfect working order

'and great visibility... and I had none of these things.'

-Whoa! Holy

-BLEEP!

'Our trucks had made it, but our nerves were fried.

'But the day was far from over.'

-Oh,

-BLEEP!

HE LAUGHS

'Now it was time to put our trucks through a skid pan, Alaskan style.'

Uh-oh!

METALLIC CRUNCHING

-Ow!

-Everybody OK?

That was my bad.

'It got wetter...

'..and muddier.'

Oh, yeah. There's a nice little slippy hole.

'Chuck Norris paved the way, until...

'he met Bruce Lee.'

-Oh, my gosh! That was awesome!

-HE LAUGHS

Holy crap!

I might need a little help.

'With my Dodge stuck, Tanner did the decent thing...'

Maybe I can go around you on the left side. Is there room?

'..and tried to overtake me and leave me for dead.'

I don't think I'd do that any more. You're going to roll over.

HE LAUGHS Oh, crap!

-I'm stuck.

-So you're both stuck?

'Tanner and I were down for the count.

'Lucky for us, Adam's ego took over,

'and he wanted to prove his orange Ford could do something right.'

HE LAUGHS

-All right, Rutledge. Come on back.

-'If Adam failed,

'we would all be more than screwed.'

'The nearest help was 60 miles away.'

There you go.

Chuck Norris, my ass.

OK. Stop there, Adam. Stop there, Adam. Rut, stop!

HE LAUGHS

I'm going to try and hit your truck and sail on through.

If you bounce off my truck, you could flip it.

Rutledge, do not hit my truck. That thing is going to flip for sure.

Is your radio working, Rutledge?

Do not hit the blue truck.

Just don't hit it. It's going to flip,

-and I'm going to be bear meat.

-This is going to be awesome.

To the left, to the left!

-'Adam may have bailed me out...'

-Your cage is strong, right?

'..but I tried talking him out of helping Tanner.'

Guys, this is, like, two-on-two stupid.

That thing's like a rubber band. When you get it really tight...

-All right. Let's do this thing.

-OK.

I'm just going to watch from my porch. It's not you guys. It's me.

-Oh, my gosh!

-All right. You ready? I'm going to go.

Yeah! Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

HE LAUGHS

HE ROARS

'Incredibly, we all managed to make it to the top of Fish Creek,

'which is reputed to be one of the best views in all of Alaska.'

-My back hurts.

-My arms are 20 feet long.

I feel like I been hit in the ass by a two-by-four

for, like, six days straight.

'With a good fire going, we did what all guys do in Alaska.'

-Now it's a party!

-'Talk truck.'

Driving a pickup through Alaska has to be one of the ultimate things you can do with four wheels.

The three of us are really representing American truck lovers,

with the Chevy, the Ford, and then the ultimate Dodge.

The... The ultimate Dodge?

-Yeah.

-I don't see that badge anywhere.

All right. We're going to have a big day tomorrow.

-We should all get some sleep.

-We got some blue sky right there.

It's 11:30 at night.

-What?

-Yeah. I'm going to bed.

-See you, guys.

-OK.

Hop in there.

-You're totally in there.

-Thanks.

-You got it. See you in the morning.

-Good night, Adam.

-Night, Rutledge.

-Good night, Tanner.

-Got it. Night.

-Good night, bears.

-Not funny.

LION ROARING THROUGH SPEAKER-PHONE

We were two days into the quest to find America's toughest truck.

All three of our vehicles were still working,

but behind us stalked a predator...

the Toyota pickup we'd have to drive if one of our trucks died.

None of us wanted that shame.

To test the brute strength of our trucks,

we had to drive up a river valley until we got to a glacier -

140 square miles of moving ice.

Our challenge was to touch that ice with our trucks.

I got to say, I'm actually impressed with the Chevy.

-It is, er... It's stout.

-You think?

Yeah. It makes some noise, complains a little bit,

-but she's reliable.

-I mean, my truck is loud,

but the whining of your belts is deafening.

Yeah, the belts are bad. You know what? Actually, that reminds me...

SOUND OF PIG SQUEALING

Knock it off!

Oh, that's... That is way too close!

I'm trying to go to the bathroom.

Immature!

We were now up against an almost vertical climb

over large, muddy boulders.

If all of the trails to the glacier were going to be this tough,

we were in big trouble.

I got to be 100 percent honest.

I'm surprised any of these are making it through this.

-How's it going up there, Rut?

-I have blown my left front shock.

Wow, you've led us into some nasty stuff.

This truck drove on a cliff, went through a river...

eventually.

This can take anything.

'When you're driving this sort of terrain, it's vital to keep control

'by maintaining forward momentum and all four wheels on the ground at all times.

'Or you can do it like Adam.'

ENGINE ROARS METALLIC CLUNKING

Uh-oh! That didn't sound good, fellas.

Oh, my gosh!

Yeah. I didn't stop on purpose. I think I've snapped the drive shaft.

What did it sound like? HE MAKES WHIRRING SOUND

-Nothing.

-So now you don't have any gear?

-No. Not one gear whatsoever.

-How's it sitting right there?

Rocks.

It kind of sounds like the truck might be dead.

Sounds like a Toyota might be in your future.

-OK. We'll see you back at camp.

-OK. Good luck with that.

So, Keith Richards was dead,

the great orange warrior defeated by the overwhelming forces of nature

and quite a big rock.

Adam was the first to fall on his sword.

I'd like us all to have a moment of silence for Keith Richards.

With Adam's Ford out of the running, it was down to Dodge versus Chevy.

-Oh,

-BLEEP!

Oh!

Whoa!

HE LAUGHS

Come on!

'Rutledge's Dodge was a monster.'

Oh, this is awesome!

'It might have been ten years younger than my Chevy,

'but it was twice as heavy, and an accident waiting to happen.'

-Holy

-BLEEP!

Yo, baby, go!

You lost your house, Rut!

Oh! Oh! Oh, no!

Oh, no! My house!

No!

-Did you hit my house?

-Rut, I got no other way out of here.

You're going to have to back all the way down.

I got to get through it!

I sleep in there! No!

Whoo-hoo!

Oh! Oh, no!

That is real unfortunate that had to happen.

-It's all part of wheeling, my friend.

-You'll have to pick that up.

-Let me get your pillow for you.

-Welcome, jackass!

We now had plenty of firewood, thanks to Tanner

and his stupid Chevy Turdside.

ENGINE ROARS

-Perfect!

-Scoot back a touch.

-TANNER LAUGHS

-Let's camp.

-I need to get my crapper.

-How bad do you have to go?

Not bad enough to do it that close to the fire.

On a distant trail deep in the Alaskan wilderness,

my Ford F-250 became the first casualty

in the search for America's toughest truck.

'I was now a national disgrace in the Toyota of shame.'

Only two trucks were left in the game,

and it all had come down to one final challenge.

We had to drive our battered vehicles further into the wilderness

to the mighty Knik glacier. But reaching the glacier wasn't enough.

To complete the challenge, we had to actually drive on it.

But there was no trail here.

We would have to pick our way through the endless river channels

and quicksand that could swallow us whole.

Many trucks have attempted this route and never returned.

Roll up the window before bashing through the water.

-Oh,

-BLEEP!

-Argh! Oh, I can't see anything!

Yeah!

I'm covered in mud because the top of my door won't seal!

HE LAUGHS

From here, it was a race through virgin territory.

There were no more roads. There were no more rules -

just one perfectly proportioned Chevy Stepside

against a supersized lumbering Dodge.

I can't see.

Your hood is just bouncing every time you hit anything!

This was Fast And Furious, Alaskan style.

-Holy

-BLEEP!

-Holy

-BLEEP!

Argh!

Oh, you lost the bed!

-HE LAUGHS

-Oh!

The race was on, but Chuck was starting to feel the heat.

He was built for comfort, not for speed,

and the pace was taking its toll.

Oh, boys, I have bad news!

-What's up, buddy?

-I think big Dodge go boom.

-You got a dead Ram?

-HE BLEATS

Let's take a look.

-Oh, that could do it!

-You got a sideways battery.

-ENGINE STARTS

-Let's get out of here!

'Chuck was back, stronger than ever...kind of.'

Boys, the Dodge is hurting. She is knocking and way down on power.

-Wow, that does not sound good, Rut.

-Keep digging. Keep digging, Chuck.

-There's the glacier right there.

-That's what I'm talking about!

I can't believe it.

I can see the glacier.

Come on, Chuck! Dig!

Come on, come on. Stay with me.

-Stay with me.

-That as fast as it'll go?

For the record, this is foot to the floor.

-METALLIC CRUNCH

-How about you stop pushing me?

I'm trying to give you a push. You said you had no power.

HE LAUGHS

HE GROANS

'Then he died again.'

Come on, baby. Come on.

I think Chuck Norris is going to be buried at sea.

Come on, Chuck! Come on!

ENGINE COUGHS

ENGINE ROARS

Are you kidding me?

'And again...' That's it.

'And again.' Er, I think that's it.

I'm not even getting out of my truck this time.

We've done this five, six times already.

'Then finally, whatever fight Chuck had left

'started steaming out of the hood.'

Lot more under-hood smoke this time. There we go.

-ENGINE WHINES

-Oh, look at that smoke!

-Is it time to push it off the trail?

-Yeah. I think this is it for Chuck.

-This is his final resting place.

-So long, Chuck.

The death of a giant, but we knew it was inevitable.

Hey, genius! I'm on a tree!

HE LAUGHS

-Did you write "I love sheep" on there?

-No!

If you guys don't mind, I just need a minute with Chuck alone.

-Of course. Take your time.

-Chuck, you were a fighter.

Up till that very last minute, I believed in you.

Chuck, I don't love sheep, and I know you don't either.

Kick ass out here, whatever you're going to do

-in the Alaskan wilderness.

-Amen!

The battle to crown America's toughest truck

had claimed two casualties. Adam's Ford had been vanquished

by a medium-sized rock, and Rutledge's Dodge was killed

by an exotic mix of earth and water known as mud.

Only the Chevy remained, so obviously I had taken the title.

Technically you're just in the lead. We are not at the glacier yet,

-and that's what the deal is.

-That was our mission.

-We had to drive on the glacier.

-So drive carefully, my friend,

-or you don't win.

-So, who's driving the Toyota?

-I got to drive it?

-That's the rules.

The cycle of shame continues.

Well, we're behind you if you need anything.

I mean, not metaphorically. Physically we'll be behind you.

'Unfortunately they were right.

'I did have to make it onto the ice to win.

'And then it dawned on me.

'I was representing every American truck

'with my little blurple Chevy. If I didn't make it to victory,

'and the Toyota did, an import would be crowned America's toughest truck,

'and I couldn't let that happen. I wouldn't.

'This quickly became a matter of national pride.'

Let's get to the ice.

Whoa! Jeez!

Rutledge, you guys feel it getting colder out?

Yeah. That must mean we're getting close.

-Tanner, we made it.

-Yeah!

Look at that wall of ice right there!

This is unbelievable!

The most insane terrain I've ever seen.

Let me out of this thing!

-God, it's beautiful!

-One of the most epic things I've ever seen.

And you know what? With these gorgeous blue glaciers,

um, I think your blue truck looks nice.

-Yeah. It's a nice blue truck.

-You called it a blue truck.

-Yeah.

-That was very touching.

-You earned it.

We've proven the Chevy is the toughest truck.

No, no, no. We've proven the Chevy made it this far.

I don't know if you can see, Tanner.

The glacier is right over there, and we are right over here.

'Annoyingly, again, they were right.

'Between the Chevy and the ice field was a deep river

'and a lake full of icebergs. There was no way through.'

But because these icebergs are from that glacier,

I think it should count. If you can get your truck to an iceberg,

-you win.

-If I can get out to an iceberg,

-it's done?

-Yep.

-We're going to do this.

Like a rock, my friend!

Where are we going? Will this work?

Looks like the icebergs are closer to the edge over here, anyway.

This is probably the dumbest idea we've ever had.

-Who knows how cold that water is?

-Or how deep it is.

-Well, that's interesting.

-He's coming down backwards.

-I wouldn't have thought of that.

-How is that going to work?

-Any part of the truck, right?

-Yep!

-Good luck!

-There you go.

You can do it.

-Yeah!

-You touched it!

-That counts!

-Yeah!

-That counts!

-THEY LAUGH

-What are you doing?

-I'm getting on the ice.

I get it. That's what the step side's for.

THEY LAUGH

-I think I'll call this iceberg...

-It's floating away.

-Floating away? It's floating away.

-Get back in the truck.

-Get back in the truck.

-All right. I'm getting back in the truck.

That... Hey, you won.

That is America's toughest truck.

-Let's go take some showers.

-That's a good idea.

I meant separate showers.

Go big.

THEY LAUGH

Yeah!

He got it out!

-Goodbye, Alaska!

-We're going home.

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