I’m probably on my own here at MotorPunk HQ but I quite liked James May right from the off. When he returned to ‘new format’ Top Gear in 2003 (he had done a guest stint in 1999 when the show was still a rather dreary consumer show) where he quickly carved out his niche as the new champion of anything old, quirky and British, debuting with a lovely piece on the venerable Triumph TR6 “The blokiest blokes car ever built.”

Before he even joined Top Gear I’d already heard the fabulous story of how he’d got sacked from Autocar Magazine which, I have to say, I thought was ruddy genius; if I’d had to write 400 word snippets on 82 new soul-sapping Euro-boxes then I’d have gone slightly bonkers too. May’s grizzled fizzog might been known in nearly 200 countries, by 350 million Top Gear fans, but I still like to think that’d he’d pay his way on the pool table, be relatively modest about his fame and fortune, discreet about his Ferrari fetish in a quintessentially English way and begrudgingly get his round in just like everybody else. Maybe I’m wrong; I’ve never met him properly; perhaps it is an act. Perhaps he’s an egotistical Green Room madman, popping pills and scuttling groupies like a coke-addled 70s rock group frontman … a bit of me hopes not.

Anyhow, here’s that TR6 thing I mentioned earlier that Mr. May did early in Series 2 for ‘new’ Top Gear when he first joined the team in the summer of 2003. Lets just hope we get more of this ‘tally-ho’ type stuff with the new Amazon-format-thingy later this spring and sincerely hope it doesn’t just pander to the dim-witted hoons with sideways hypercars and weak smutty gags. Fingers crossed chaps.

 

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  1. Francis Krane

    Love the TR6. TR7? Not so much. Can’t wait to the three Amigos back on the box with Amazon.

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