Fewer non-clue bottles, but also fewer clue bottles as each team found one. The percentage is the important thing.
(With two totally irrelevant caveats. As the total number of bottles goes down, the worst-case scenario goes down; if your luck is really bad, maybe you’ll be stuck there for three hours instead of four, but three hours is still enough to put you out of the race so it doesn’t matter. And two teams smashed a lot of non-clue bottles before switching to the dancing, which would improve the odds of any teams after them, of which there were none.)
I was wondering what happens to foreigners who get pulled over in Germany and the officer can smell the beer from fifty feet away.
You’re right, lorene, Boston is a difficult city to drive in. (I still have trouble getting from South Station to Comm. Ave. westbound.) However, if Boston is tricky, ALL OF EUROPE is worse. The cities are old enough that they weren’t planned and build on grids (which is the problem in Boston, too), it’s so built up with small towns that you can’t just orient yourself to the big cities and major highways, and nothing is familiar; autobahn signs are blue, Munich is “München”, and words like “south” or “east” are suspiciouly absent. Next time you’re in a large bookstore, take a look at a roadmap of Germany.
Two small anecdotes, if I may. I was in Nürnberg (as in Judgment At) and rented a car to drive to Nürburg (as in The Nürburgring). I didn’t have my map yet, but the car had a navigation computer. The computer was in German. But I figured out just enough to get to the setup menu and switch it to English, and then it was a godsend. I told it the city and exact place I wanted to go, and it took me right to it. It would have been tricky otherwise, but I was alone. One person to drive and one to read the map should be managable, but they both have to be sharp.
The second incident was at a dopefest. We decided to go see a church decorated with human bones. The original navigator wasn’t doing very well (in fact, we may have made the same wrong turn twice) so I took over. I was cruisin’ with Earl. I got us from one side of Prague to the other, then missed one sign and we were toast. I am convinced that we found a street that no tourist has visited before or since. Maastricht or Coldfire can back me up on this.
I wish I’d have been on that leg last night, I’d have kicked ass.