Several months ago, I acquired a Parker 45 fountain pen from one of my favorite people on the planet. Since then, it’s been a love/hate relationship.
I love the pen. It’s beautiful and elegant in its simplicity of style. It’s not garish or gauche. It’s not overstated. Instead, it’s a classic, in the truest definition of the term.
But I can’t get it to run reliably to save my life. It was difficult to get to flow initially, but once I finally got it going, it seemed fine. But I didn’t use it regularly after the first week or two. I deemed it too nice to bring to work, so I left it on my desk while putting my new, cheap Chinese pens through their paces.
When I picked it up again a couple weeks later, it had dried up. I cleaned it thoroughly, and gave it time to dry. Then I repeated the arduous process of inking it. It worked for the session, so I presumed success, and promised not to neglect it again.
The next day it was dry. So much for my thorough cleaning fixing it. Since then, I’ve soaked it, rinsed it, and cleaned it every way I can image. The result remains the same. Within hours, the nib is dry, and I have to force ink through the converter to get it going again.
Eventually, I will make it work. If I live long enough.