Grand Tour Ford Raptor Episode May 2026

He never did get his coffee. But the Raptor got its legend.

The trouble began five minutes into the first jungle trail. The Raptor, you see, is six inches wider than the Silverado and four inches wider than the Jeep. On a normal road, that’s “presence.” On a Colombian mountain pass carved by donkeys, where the road was a single muddy groove between a rock face and a 2,000-foot drop, it was a problem . grand tour ford raptor episode

The trio had been given a simple task: cross 800 miles of the most brutal, beautiful, and utterly ridiculous terrain on the planet, from the Caribbean coast to the Pacific. Their weapons? Three American off-road titans. Hammond, with the manic gleam of a terrier, had chosen the Jeep Wrangler Rubicon. May, predictably, had chosen the sensible, if slightly clinical, Chevrolet Silverado ZR2. And Clarkson? Clarkson had chosen a hammer. A 450-horsepower, 510 lb-ft torque, desert-racing, dune-jumping, tree-swallowing hammer: the . He never did get his coffee

But physics, and The Grand Tour , always have the last laugh. The Raptor’s sheer size, which was its superpower on the open desert, became its kryptonite on the final “bridge”—two rotten logs laid over a swamp. The Jeep danced across. The Chevy tip-toed. The Raptor’s front tires went on the logs, and the back tires… went on either side. The result was a 6,000-pound pickup performing an unplanned, slow-motion split, its belly resting on the mud while its wheels spun helplessly. The Raptor, you see, is six inches wider

The final insult came on a flat, dusty plain. Here, the Raptor was finally in its element. Hammond was bouncing around in the Jeep, feeling every pebble. May in the Chevy was complaining about the ride quality. Jeremy, meanwhile, was floating on a cloud of Fox Racing suspension, hitting washboard roads at 70 mph as if he were on a magic carpet.

“It doesn’t fit ,” Hammond cackled from his narrow, nimble Jeep, which was threading through the gaps like a sewing machine needle.

Then came the Raptor. Clarkson, channeling his inner Baja champion, decided that finesse was for people who didn’t have 450 horsepower. He hit the river at speed. The Raptor launched off a submerged rock, hung in the air for a glorious, terrifying second—Jeremy’s face a perfect O of panic and joy—and then slammed down into a four-foot-deep hole.