In the present-day, Jiya is having visions of the future that she’s keeping to herself, but Nicholas Keynes has no such qualms. He’s perfectly happy to share some particularly grandiose, if much more speculative, visions of the future as he embraces his inner lunatic and sets about inspiring Team Rittenhouse with some sort of giant mural/ painting/ hot mess. Team Time, oblivious to all this however, are off to 1955 (Lucy in particular looking like she came straight from her Sock Hop shift at a Happy Days theme park) and the Darlington 500 which turns out to be a lot more entertaining than I thought it would be since my interest in stock car racing is slim to non-existent.
Like the show, I’m going to ignore my twinge of discomfort over how quickly, cheerfully and without regret Wyatt kills REDACTED and that other guy, on the basis that he had to and the last thing anyone needs is Wyatt getting gun-shy or me angsting about it. I’m just going to focus on the fun stuff instead, of which there is plenty.
As well as teaching us (well, me, anyway) about real-life African-American NASCAR icon Wendell Scott (a lovely, likeable turn from Joseph Lee Anderson), the show uses this week’s setting to remind us that Lucy and Rufus aren’t the only people who know stuff – Wyatt may be the muscle, but he knows history too, albeit only the kind that will burnish his macho man credentials: Wyatt knows “manly” history about things like sports and cars and, as we saw last week, WAR, you guys. To be honest, though, I don’t think Lucy or I were thinking about his academic abilities in that scene where the pair of them are wrapped in each others arms in the trunk of a car, just so they can get interrupted mid-pucker for the second week in a row. FFS! But more importantly, SQUEE!