Oh, do I ever hate “Top Gear.” Well, the British version anyways. The BBC hit show – obviously geared (pardon the pun) toward entertainment over actual sound reviewing of today’s automobiles – features a trifecta of craggy-faced, snarky hosts (Jeremy Clarkson, James May, and Richard Hammond) who do little to actually inform rather than perform like hooting circus seals.

Apart from berating everything as “rubbish” for not being a Mercedes-Benz or Ferrari, these tea-swilling buffoons fumble through segment after segment belittling – in particular – any product manufactured this side of the big salty pond. Apart from some exceptionally rare instances when the trio begrudgingly conceded that the latest Corvette ousted Europe’s best offerings, these chortling meat puppets are readily prejudiced and unanimously biased…

…well, not entirely. Although this video is rather old news, we did find a rare case when “Top Gear” – namely underdog host Richard Hammond – pines over an American muscle car, but not without getting its jabs in along with some frightening misinformation. Hammond deems the Dodge Charger as the “coolest” of America’s muscle machines, citing the ’68 440 R/T as the “one to have.”

Why the Charger, say over the Mustang? Hammond explains, “Because bad guys always drove Chargers” and proceeds to reference “Bullitt” (even going so far to use the theme music). The problem is that the Charger Hammond cites as being the inspiration for his love of the car was a triple-black R/T with yes, the Super Commando 375-horse 440 but also touted the A-833 4-speed, not a green, street-modded ’68 with a 727 automatic.

Then, he proceedes to dismiss the “Dukes of Hazzard” as a “low point” in the Charger’s storied history, although no movie or film car is more recognizable as the “General Lee.” Obviously embarrassed by the show’s “southern charm,” Hammond blathers on about the Charger’s miserable handling (blaming the torsion bar suspension and leaf springs), near non-existent braking, and hulking size.

Despite these glaring reviews, he somehow tries to glaze over these scalding remarks by returning to the “Dukes” trough of humor by ending with Hammond sipping a room-temperature Guinness in an American country western bar. Glad to know we’re all jokes to you, you limey snot.