I’m going to start my review of The Grand Tour by talking about the one thing the show’s hosts can’t: Top Gear. Odds are, if you’ve ever been into cars (or had a “petrolhead” friend), you’ve heard of Top Gear, and I don’t mean the American version (that version sucks). I’m talking about 20 glorious series (which I suppose is British-speak for season) of Jeremy Clarkson, Richard Hammond and James May getting up to ridiculous hijinks in even more ridiculous cars on the BBC. Say what you will about the trio’s final stint being “too scripted” or “played out,” but as a whole I remember their time on Top Gear fondly. After Clarkson got into some trouble and his two cohorts followed him out the door, Chris Evans and Matt LeBlanc took over and slowly lost me.