Showing posts with label groma kolibri. Show all posts
Showing posts with label groma kolibri. Show all posts
25 Sept 2014
Two very different ideas of portable
I was talking to someone about my typewriter collecting recently, and they asked if I collected big ones. I told them I collected portable typewriters only… but then I realized how wildly different they can be in size for someone who isn't familiar with them.
So here I introduce my Groma Kolibri—I finally got one! Unfortunately it doesn't work very well due to a problem behind the segment I don't know how to fix. The keys on the left side of the keyboard are much stiffer than they should be and require a great deal of pressure to strike and advance the carriage. I've isolated the problem to the plate behind the segment that moves when keys are pressed, or at least something attached to that, but I don't know how to make it stop binding on that side (or whatever it's doing).
20 May 2014
Another account of the London type-in
There's not much I can add to Rob and Piotr's accounts of Sunday's type-in, so my post will mostly be photographic, and I'll look at the individual typewriters used. I've also included a scan of one of the pages that got typed during the type-in, on the Harrods. We shuffled them around a bit so there are words from most of us.
The Harrods is an absolutely brilliant machine. I wasn't sure what to expect, given my love of late 1950s Torpedoes, with this being from the early '30s. It had a professional servicing before I bought it and it shows.
The first Kolibri I've ever used—the East Germans once again made an engineering marvel built up to a standard rather than down to a price. (Sorry, Empire Aristocrat) It came with this lovely green ribbon spool.
The Imperial needs a bit of work and cleaning up, but it still exceeded my expectations and I'm quite impressed with the touch.
The chips were rather good, too. The conversation was, of course, even better. Even though it's the only type-in I've been to, I'd say it's the best kind—informal and with food.
Sent from my Harrods Torpedo
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