TWENTY-FIVE YEARS. TWENTY-FIVE BLOODY years! It can’t possibly be a quarter of a century since a motley crew of disgruntled ex-EMAP employees and a gullible Maserati-driving farmer managed to launch their own car magazine. And yet, here we are: part of the motoring media establishment we set out to disrupt.
Unsurprisingly, evo has been a massive part of my life. A little under half of it, in fact. Knowing it has also been a regular part of yours – some of you since the very beginning –
