Grand Tour Ford Raptor Episode May 2026

Water exploded over the hood. The engine note changed from a roar to a gurgle. For a horrible moment, nothing. Then, with a deep, mechanical cough , the big V6 cleared its throat and powered on. The Raptor clawed its way up the opposite bank, mud and water streaming from its wheel arches, looking like a prehistoric beast emerging from a tar pit.

He never did get his coffee. But the Raptor got its legend. grand tour ford raptor episode

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. Water exploded over the hood

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

“SEE?!” Jeremy shouted, climbing out to inspect the damage. The grille was full of leaves, the interior had two inches of brown water, and the infotainment screen was flickering in Morse code. “Character! The Jeep didn’t have character. It just had… not drowning.”

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.

Jeremy, sweating, had the Raptor’s passenger-side tires on the sheer rock wall and the driver’s-side mirrors scraping the abyss. “It fits perfectly,” he grunted, as a loud CRACK signaled the death of a mirror housing. “That was a… a warning branch.”