People who know me well know of my great affection for The World's Most Popular TV Show, better known as the lovably geeky joint Top Gear. It's three dudes - wait, this on is the BBC, I should say blokes - who know and love their cars, and proceed to make a hilarious show where they occasionally review a car on its merits and more often do something wacky, like try to build their own electric car or race a supercar against the Eurostar from London to the French Riviera.
You’re watching a show that’s lost its innocence. To explain, let’s go back a bit. When we started in 2002, our goal was to make a decent Top Gear, but then, and most important, organically, things took us by surprise. Nobody knew the onscreen chemistry of the trio would be so good, also, none of us saw coming where we could actually go with the films.
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It’s fair to say this incarnation of Top Gear is nearer the end than the beginning, and our job is to land this plane with its dignity still intact.
The car blogs and fan sites of the world take that last line to mean that the sky is falling. But Internet Conspiracy Theorists had also suspected that the previous season would be the last on account of its died-and-gone-to-heaven finale: