ibi

by rumon

As a one-car family sometimes headed in two directions, I had to borrow my wife’s girlfriend’s car today. Her car, a vintage VW Beetle affectionately named, Ibi, was equal measures less technologically current than my vehicle and more viscerally enjoyable to drive. I felt my coolness factor going up by degrees with every groping shift of the manual transmission, grunting turn of the non-power steering and characteristic gurgling purr of her engine.

Given what she did for me today, I figured the least I could do in return would be to give her her own iPhoneography photo shoot.