What the world loses with the end of the grand tour
The grand tour has ended. Sort of at least. So that's, what the end feels like. Some tears, some memorys, fewer laughs on a friday afternoon. But to me, it's a bit more than that.
To me, the top gear shows with Clakson, Hammond and May where special. Not because they where about cars, not because of the three, not even because of the insoltings (were funny though). No, it was the more philosophical question of truth. And no, I'm not aiming on the bond of the three or the scripting of the show.
Watching top gear always gave me the impression, that what i heard was an honest opinion. Besides the coking about and tortured mataphors there was a very hard verdict at the end. Either it was crap or brilliant, if the three agreed or not, they had the courage to tell there (obviously subjective) true conclusion on any car or subject. In most of the road tests I read or see you get the impression, we are living in a polly pocket world, where nobody is allowed to be mean. But if you love cars, there must be emotions, there must be love and hate and agression and admiration and... you get where I'm going. Where else did you see a scrap container crushing an expensive biturbo? I always senced, that especially in the beginnings of the grand tour this freedom was a bit compromised. But still it was way better than any other show I've seen so far.
So, is that it and what are we loosing, then? I feel we are loosing a bit of independence. The ability to be uncorrect. The courage to know that. The balls not to care. We are loosing a bit of truth, even it wasn't objective. A bit of humor. And worst of all, we are loosing three people with an emotional view on cars.