When I was growing up, my Dad got a new car every 5 years or so, and my Mom would get his old(s) car. (Literally, as the Oldmobile Delta 88 and 98 were the cars of choice at our house.)
A generation later, the gender role reversal is complete. My wife got up this morning around dawn to stand in line to pickup her new iPhone, and I was granted custody of the old one.
I have kicked the tires, but I really have no idea how to drive this thing yet. That said, you can be reasonably assured that my first blog post from the Model-T of iPhones will be noted with great pride.