“Lots of us have stories about beloved cars we wish we’d never sold...”
It sometimes gets pretty cold where I live, cold enough that only a true crisis—running low on coffee, or maybe tortilla chips—could get me to leave the house. It’s in situations like this, when I’d really rather not have to go on foot, that I most appreciate the relative reliability of modern cars. Twist the key or push the button, and, almost always, they go.
That hasn’t always
