OK, really old, pretty big, pretty bad, strong but gentle, good to work with if you are reasonable and logical and understand the positives and negatives of the situation.
Keyboard - Model F, 122-key terminal, manufactured during Reagan's first term, 22"x9"x3" (or, over half a meter x 1/4 of a meter x 8 cm with legs down), weighs about as much as each of my children did at birth, the most exquisitely satisfying keyboard experience of my life. (ps - I also own numerous other buckling springs, and have some nice Cherry blues, Monterey blues, and Alps whites and blacks carefully packed in the basement, but we are not talking about them.) Immaculately clean at all times, in perfect repair.
Me - MWM, born during Truman's second term, over 6' and over 220 lbs (1.85 m x 100 kg) (or 16 stone for you Brits), earned a black belt in Tae Kwon Do at 56, college-educated professional, natural-born teacher and good with children, but also passionate with a bit of a temper. Clean and likes my environment neat, but not always able to do everything I want.
What am I forgetting? Oh, beliefs. I am not a believer. If it ain't science, it's fiction. (I made that up years ago. Give me credit for it.)