FAREWELL, FRIEND
I HAVE A PREDILECTION for holding on to the past, to moments long gone. It’s why my closet is littered with old video game consoles, most from a company that stopped building them during the second Bush administration. It’s the same with CDs. I can’t remember the last time I listened to a CD, I don’t own a CD player, but I hold on to them because who knows? I might need a set of coasters one day. That ethos carries over to my cars. This is an odd thing to say as the editor of a car magazine, but until 2019 I had only ever owned one: my 1996 Miata. It’s the car that got me on the road. I drove it to school, to work, ran autocrosses, and used…