Top Gear- I wouldn't necessarily call myself an Anglophile, but I do love me some grumpy, sarcastic British people. So much do I love them, in fact, that I will watch a show about anything so long as it is hosted by said grumpy, sarcastic Brits. Which, I think, explains my love of Top Gear. Normally, I couldn't give a shit less about cars. I think they're fun to drive, but I don't know dick-all about them, and I certainly don't want to learn. Hence my love of this show would initially seem quite a mystery. What it all boils down to though, are the presenters. Jeremy Clarkson, James May, and Richard Hammond have such a fantastic dynamic between the three of them that I am fairly convinced I could watch them discuss literally anything. If they can get me to watch a show about cars then they can probably get me to watch a show about animals taking shits for all I care. Actually, I would probably watch that show even if they weren't on it, so bad example I guess. And it probably doesn't hurt that Top Gear is a show about cars much in the same way that Wheel of Fortune is a show about grammar. When you start reviewing tiny cars by, say, driving them through office buildings or cramming enormous dogs into them to rate how happy the dog stays, then is the show really still about the cars at that point? I guess sure, why not.But at the same time, I still fucking hate...
Every other program about cars on television, ever- This includes, but is not limited to informational shows (Car and Driver Television), other "entertainment" based shows (Pimp My Ride, Monster Garage), and plain ol' racing. They're all boring, and they're all a horrible waste of gas. If NASCAR would just throw a dog in the back of every car then maybe we would have a deal. But it would have to be a comically large dog though. And so help me god, if any of those dogs got hurt. You know what, let's just skip the dogs and ban NASCAR. Then everyone will be happy.
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