Mike

Time at Sport Compact Car existed independent of the rest of the world. Hours, days, and even years passed without burden. Mostly, that's because it was never really a job. A cone-crushing, rubber-burning, 18-hour-a-day grind? Yes sometimes. A thankless pain in the pass? Occasionally sure. But never really a job. I'll remember my time here like a long drive in a capable, familiar car. It was an adventure in automotive passion. It was a blessing, but it was never really a job. Some people never figure out that doing what you love for a living means never working a day in your life. I feel sorry for them because "working" by most people's definition isn't fun. I'm one of those sorry souls that invests so much self0worth in my career that working at a passionless job would have me pulling at the buckles of a straitjacket in a few months. So I have no choice. Cars are what I do. And they will be in the foreseeable future. -Josh Jacquot. Editor of SCC Magazine.