There we go then. The sun has set on what I imagine we will one day call Old New Top Gear. Now we sit patiently with seatbelts fastened and backrests in the upright position, awaiting developments from New New Top Gear / The Jeremy Clarkson Car Hour / James May’s Amphitheatre Of Cheese.
We had to get hold of many things in order to make Top Gear. White coats, spare tyres, enormous plates of meat for some gag involving The Stig. But most of all, we had to get hold of cars. Despite the shouting and falling over and idiotic attempts to run an art gallery, we were a car show after all.
In the annals of corporate history, I doubt any company has ever flipped their shit more completely than Lotus just did in this Facebook post. Meant to be a response to media reports about the automaker's financial problems, management instability, and one mostly harmless joke, it quickly became the ultimate example…