People often ask me how I got this job. The short answer: I knew where then–editor-in-chief Csaba Csere lived. I rode by his house one day on my bicycle, not coincidentally while he had a stack of résumés on his desk for an open position. I don’t remember much except swearing that, if hired, I would always represent the magazine with utmost professionalism. About two months later, I played a key role in destroying four of the six cars in a European-sports-sedan comparison. READ MORE ››
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