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It was the most mortifying moment in my career as an automotive journalist—so embarrassing that I hesitate to put it on record. I’d flown into Glasgow Airport late one night in early January 2023 and driven north to a hotel in the Scottish Highlands. Snow swirled in the beams of the headlamps, and the pale moonlight hinted at the vast, bleak moors and mountainsides around me. As I arrived at the Kingshouse Hotel, a colossal but curious and gentle red stag emerged from the darkness to…
