I saw this lovely old typewriter in the window of a newspaper office in South Haven, Michigan. I'd never give up my current level of technology, but there's something in me that longs for the old equipment--look how beautiful it is! And very well-preserved. Look at that sleek blue electric number. That takes me back to typing class, circa 1982.
The problem would be the parts--ribbons, correction tape. Once I hear those old terms I remember why I was so willing to give up my typewriter in the first place.
But sometimes I miss the click, click, click, and the deep punch of the return carriage.