I never tire of opening a piano up and gazing upon the action. Those 88 hammers and wippens, those 230-or-so tuning pins and strings, just make my eyes happy. My dad said that I was just like him in this regard. When he was a kid, his mother would give him a handful of pennies to play with, a whole handful of identical objects. He could play with them all day!
I also love those giant bolts and screws on the plate. As a kid, I wanted the screwdriver that could fit those giant screws. My parents wisely kept me away from the screws and focused my attention on playing the keys. But now I own that screwdriver! And I still play those keys! I guess I couldn't be happier.
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