It’s very nearly the day that I’m going to be trading in my 2011 Civic Si for an 86. I wanted something tighter, sportier, and every drive I’ve taken with an 86 was just magical in a way that only the MX5 seemed to compare. She’s also nearing the end of her problem-free life cycle and I want something that can last me a decade of dailying. I’ve longed for an 86 for so many years and now that the day comes that I trade my precious Si, I’ve gotten really emotional the past couple of days knowing that they may very well be my last with her.
This was the car I learned to drive stick on. The first car I stalled. The first car whose clutch I burned up while panic-stabbing the throttle while rolling back on an empty hill. The first car I modified, realized the mods were shit, and reversed back. The first car that really helped me get into the world of car enthusiasts. I bought this years ago from someone who frankly riced the shit out of her, and I spent a fair bit of money restoring her to something that could be considered stock. I’ve met a good amount of people, other car enthusiasts and Si fans, through this car that are still friends today because of it. I’ve made some precious memories with this car despite me not owning it for very long in the grand scheme of things.
I was driving to work today and decided to make a quick stop at the car wash in order to give her one last wash, and I couldn’t help but tear up as I hit three solid consecutive heel-toes around a high speed corner I love to take. And I found myself deep down hoping that the 86 I was looking at yesterday gets sold before I get the chance to buy it. But it’s such a ridiculously good deal with the exact loadout I wanted that I would be foolish to pass up the opportunity to finally grab the car I’ve been lusting after for years.
I still have some spare original stock parts that I’ll probably keep as a memento of her. But I just can’t shake this feeling that I’m making a huge mistake, that I’m “betraying” the car. It’s completely illogical. I’m extremely excited at the prospect of owning an 86 and creating years of new memories, but I’m so saddened that I’m letting go of my Si. I saved her and restored her to great condition, but it’s time to move on. Hopefully she takes care of her next owner as much as she took care of me.
How do you guys deal with stuff like this?