I gave my, fairly large, vinyl collection to a friend (it was just sitting in the loft) some years ago. I don’t miss the crackles, the jumps and skips, the potential for worn out sections or the space required for storage, at all. What I do miss is the package they came in. Big enough to sit it on your lap and read the notes or get lost in the properly sized photos or some of the more complex artwork (Roger Dean, etc).