Borgward Isabella, Amsterdam

From Guido Goluke in the Netherlands: The Borgward Isabella, a not uncommon car in the 1950s. Our doctor had one and he once made my overworked mother the generous offer of taking us along on his daily tours along patients. It is an easter holiday I shall always remember for its utter boredom. The doctor drove to a patient and got out with his bag, my brothers and I waited. My hyperactive and car-crazy elder brother, responsible for our situation in the first place, was the only one who enjoyed himself. He looked at the ivory white steering wheel, reached forward to touch and feel the shifter on the steering column. The only thing that excited me was the deep rut in the coco-mat in front of the driver’s seat, a diagonal straight to the throttle. That is how the doctor got in after each visit: gas foot stretched forward to step on it as soon as he’d turned the key.
Best,
Guido