Before I found myself covering heavier matters like the meteoric rise of China in the electric space, I foolishly fantasized about being a full-time reviews guy. Teenage Kevin saw himself as a midwestern Top Gear presenter, without the British-ishms. No, my mom purged those from me and forbade me from talking about Top Gear in her presence after I called something “spot on,” and she went on a tirade about how the proper term in the United States is “right on,” and that we were not British. Tangent aside, what I later learned doing this professionally is that…
