A few years ago, I asked a motoring Editor if I could experiment with automotive journalism. I offered to practice on my trusty Hyundai Veloster and any friend’s cars I could wiggle my right foot in.
I figured I could do a fairly decent job. After all, I have been a tech journalist for several years (practice: check), and I’m obsessed with automobiles and motorcycles (passion: check).
Unfortunately I didn’t get the chance, since breaking into motoring journalism isn’t easy. Your peers are amazing journalists with decades of experience under their bulging belts – compared to them, you’ll always be that 10-year-old nutter who gave himself a headache out of excitement when he saw a Chrysler 300M for the first time.
*The 300M backstory may or may not be true.
But they all started somewhere yeah? Back in black-and-white times, driving a simple hatchback for a local paper in a sleepy town.
Luckily for me, my maiden foray into automotive journalism, features a psychotic supercar, an amazing magazine and a hyperactive city.