Jony Ive’s yellow Saab convertible could be seen in the mornings arching down I-280 toward Cupertino. It was 1992, and Ive had bought the car for the daily forty-five-mile commute to Apple’s headquarters. He loved to see the fog burning off the green hills above the Crystal Springs Reservoir. He put the top down on warmer weekends and drove around San Francisco, marveling at the abundance of sunshine.
