Theses heavily scripted arbitrary "races" have been done a thousand times over on Top Gear to the point where you could simply swap out the backgrounds and the wide angle dramatic shots of cars in blue filters and dull banter on public transport, and no one could tell the difference.
I want to punch Jeremy Clarkson as much as the next man, but as long as he's willing to use his smug, stilted douchebaggery to fire rocket launchers at skeet shot propelled cars, who am I to argue?
