A 3,500km pan-Indian adventure in a 7 horsepower glorified lawnmower. The Rickshaw Run is easily the least sensible thing to do with two weeks.
At each end of the Run is a party of earth shattering proportions but what is between them is all down to you. And luck - good or bad.
No set route, no back-up, no way of knowing if you're going to make it. The only certainty is that you will get lost, you will get stuck and you will break down.
It's just you and your mates in a wholly unsuitable vehicle, traversing the subcontinent enduring whatever shit the road throws at you.
We often say the pictures don't do the Rickshaw Run justice. This time we'll make an exception.
They've gone and bloody done it. Now to Celebrate. Get the latest here.
Our ricks are seven days deep in their colossal drive through India. Here's the latest in the rolling news.
Our teams have sallied forth into India. Get the rolling news updates here.
All the pants down gossip from the August Launch
Teams have erupted from Shillong like a past best curry between the buttocks of a pasty Englishman