On Wednesday I found a couple typewriters – a Torpedo and a Skyriter – at my local junk store that needed a loving home.
These two are really good friends. They bonded during their captivity in the junk shop and now they are inseparable.
1957 Torpedo 18a
Serial number: 936000
The Torpedo was pretty dirty with lots of Wite Out splashes and some shellac-like substance dribbled on it. The Wite Out and shellacky stuff came up beautifully with Goo Gone and the Goo Gone didn’t seem to harm the paint. The Torpedo is a stunner in gorgeous pale blue-green. This Torpedo hasn’t got a TAB key, so she’s an 18a – I think that’s the difference between an 18a and 18b.
The “Made in Western Germany” sold me.
1952 Smith-Corona Skyriter
Serial number: 2Y 146881
This Skyriter is such a delicious little pancake, but it was the Skyriter’s metal cover that tipped me over the edge. Type the Clouds compared the Skyriter cover to a roasting pan. I am going to roast up a chicken in it tonight for dinner.
Both these machines are chock full of aesthetic appeal, but what really truly sealed the deal was the way they felt under my fingers.
For such a tiny machine, the Skyriter has a hardy, durable feel. I would happily take her on an airplane or on a cross-country road trip or on a backpacking trip or on safari.
The Torpedo has a different feel – that of a precision instrument – no clatter, just solid, classy efficiency. I feel noticeably classier when I type on it.
So now I am up to six typewriters. I think six is enough for the time being. No more distractions since I still need to finish up the Oliver and tear apart the Corona 4.