JR: I’m leaning on the Bronco’s balcony sized wheelarches, forehead slowly curling at the corners like a kettle chip in the bone dry heat, when I feel it – a subsonic rumble, resolving into a heavy metal V8 blare and finally a sandstorm as an Irn-Bru orange F-150 Raptor R comes barreling towards me, drifts a perfect circle inches from the Bronco’s bumpers to ensure no crack or crevice remains undusted and skids to a stop. The door opens, I’m flapping and coughing, pulling my deeply unimpressed face while secretly being slightly impressed…
JB: Jack! You are too kind. You really are. I know I’m a guest in the TopGear world, but you don’t have to always submit in these little faceoffs before we’ve even got going. I’m a big boy and can take defeat. Grudgingly. But it seems that won’t be tested today! Looks like my Raptor R wins in, um, every single conceivable way, right?
I’ll just stop you there, before your gloating gets out of hand, because if I’m not mistaken your truck has the engine from a blue-collar Mustang, whereas mine has the heart of
