Get Rid of the Old Folks

Okay, so I know that one day I too will be old, but I won't be subjecting myself to ridicule by trying to show how I can compete with much younger folks in a race around the world, or anything else for that matter - except maybe a contest about how to best spend your social security check. That said, I don't feel the least bit bad about saying, "Why are old people allowed on the Race?" Fran's incessant chattering about how she was failing at the waterfall ascension was EXACTLY like last season's (I say last season because in my mind the family edition doesn't count) Gretchen and her constant caterwauling. I just can't take it. By the VW gods, they survived and the Glamazons were eliminated because well, one of them couldn't drive the car. I think it's because they're just too tall, ya know? In that small car, how could she even move her legs to shift the car? The EW.com recap has some great Fran commentary: I do have to give her some credit, though: Considering how many times last week she walked right past the clue box on the bridge, this week it was impressive that she was able to find the bottom of the building when she rappelled down. I expected to see her hovering three feet above the ground, saying, ''I don't see the street, Barry! Maybe it's up a little higher?'' And then there was the subsequent waterfall rope climb. Fran seemed to have little idea how to use the ascender, and they kept showing her twirling midrope and going nowhere. From a distance, the only way to tell her apart from a chicken hanging in a Chinese-restaurant window was the crash helmet. Come on, that's gold. Anyway, the hippies came in first because the annoying frat boys didn't trust the local and stopped at a gas station to confirm they were going in the wright direction. Here's what hippies know that frat boys don't: Always trust a local. How excited must the nerds have been to see a detour that involved a bunson burner?