Articles detailing or lamenting the approaching end of Type 2 production in Brazil are increasingly prevalent these days; even showing up as re-posts on this site. Some have used the event as an excuse to document the new, younger generation of bus owners, their rhymes and reasons for stubbornly standing by (or under as the case may be) their beloved rolling toasters which lack modern creature comforts like GPS, bluetooth, heated seats, and air-conditioning, while friends zoom by in flashy, new cars, jeering as they leave their colleague in a cloud of dust. Still others have taken the opportunity to record the adventures of older generations, those who helped shape the legacy surrounding the entire Type 2 vehicle family. Most are fun stories of ordinary people, not thrill seekers in the strict sense, but rather people who recognize that adventure lies in the time spent getting between points A and B, and that one can find all that is required, whether on a short foray or full-scale odyssey, in the simplicity of a bus.
I saw this NY Times article a few days ago and thought I would share. Like its subject, it is simple and to the point, while at the same time invoking a modest level of nostalgia. It is just enough.
Another interesting article: Wheels of Style