I still love those old Clamshell iBooks!
Back in 1998, I was working with a friend on a website that was going to astonish the world called "ClickOn2Chichester". (Sarcasm aside, the idea wasn't a bad one: 1. Build a kind of directory website for the city in which we lived. 2. Use that site to demonstrate to local businesses that we could also build websites for them. 3. Point out that we could drive traffic to their new website by linking to it from our city directory website. I've still got the files for CO2C somewhere. The mashed-up HTML/CSS would make a modern dev cry.)
We wanted to be able to show our city directory site to potential customers, so we needed a laptop. My friend had some inheritance money, so he bought an orange Clamshell iBook (I seem to remember that they cost about £1600, which was a lot of money in the late 1990's).
The display resolution on the Clamshell may have been only 800 x 600, but it was as sharp as a pin, especially when running System 9.2 with its boxy, rectangular menus and windows. The keyboard was good as well, with a similar feel to the much-loved 'Wall Street' and 'Pismo' G3 Powerbooks (and in my grumpy, middle-aged opinion, far better than the hardly-any-travel chiclet keys on today's machines).
At the time, 300MHz was not considered 'slow'. In fact, we enhanced the website with Apple's "QuickTime Virtual Reality" software; we'd put a camera on a tripod, pan the camera so that it took a photo every 45 degrees, get the film developed and printed, scan those 8 photos into the laptop, and then import them into QTVR which would convert them into a "Google Street View"-style panorama that we could upload to the site. Pretty advanced stuff for 1998.
And then we invited a third guy to join our little venture. I won't mention names as this is a public searchable website, but let's just say that things weren't quite the same after that. "Third guy" wanted to borrow the iBook from my friend—but instead of carrying it in the boring, black, well-padded IBM laptop case that we'd bought to protect the machine, he insisted on putting it into his cool trendy ethnic satchel with its dodgy, fraying shoulder strap that was held together with knots. Needless to say the inevitable happened: the shoulder strap un-knotted itself, the satchel hit the tarmac and the screen on the iBook was cracked.
Not long after that, friendships began to fray, and I went my own way. But I'll always have a soft spot for the old Clamshell iBook. They weren't the 'toy' machines that some people imagine them to be.