His Name is Hunter
Postscript: Well, Hunter actually weighs 35 lbs., as per my 1950's-era bathroom scale. I've not seen 35 lb. sacks of tatters at my local grocier's, but the analogy is still relevant. Can you imagine balancing your latte with your 35 lb. IBM as you make your way from the sugar and milk dispenser to your favorite table in your favorite coffee shop? Just holding the thing under one arm is a real challenge.
As for "field-stripping" the machine, one opens the lid, centers the carriage between the columnar adjustment levers, flicks said levers back, releases the two internal cover latches, releases the two platen levers, then removes the platen, permitting one to pull off the entire top of the machine, made from heavy-gauge metal. This permits access to the entire internals of the machine.
As for its "pristine" condition, the paint job is slightly blemished with dust stains, and the line advance lever (single, 1.5, double spacing) is missing, so I have to fiddle with inserting a pointed object into the mechanism to change the spacing setting. Since I technically don't own Hunter (after all, who could "own" Hunter?) but am merely a caretaker, I'm not certain about getting this mechanism fixed, although, like taking care of a pet for someone else, if it needs to see the vet, then off to the vet it should go.