I once had a red Delta 365 which I was so frustrated with that I threw it across the room. It survived. Does that count?
I really didn't like the pen; a hard starting dry writer which was uncomfortable in my hand. It was eventually traded for several third tier flexible-nibbed pens. I thought I got the better of the deal.
I have nothing but good things to say about Edison pens around here. I'm no shill, just a satisfied customer. Your Delta 365 is tough? I can attest the Edison Collier is tough too.
At Whole Foods a year and a half ago someone pulled my Edison Collier Persimmon Swirl Acrylic (in eyedropper mode, but sealed and closed tightly) out of my shirt pocket to write the bin number on a tag for loose tea. I held my breath and my oxygen deprivation was rewarded: she proceeded to drop my pen on the concrete floor where it broke in half at the cap threads, spilling Waterman Bleu Sérénité like blue blood out of its body cavity.1
When I got it home I cleaned it up and spent well over an hour inspecting it, alternating between a loupe and my naked eyes. I saw how cleanly it had broken: just the "two" pieces—the cap with most of the barrel threads tightly inside and in place, and then the remainder of the pen. I also saw that there was not a mark on any other part of that pen, not even a little scratch or pock mark. I unscrewed the broken-off ring of threads from the cap, put the cap aside, laid the two injured pieces side by side, and began to formulate a plan. After that I spent a couple of hours working up my nerve and dry-practicing my moves over and over again for the ensuing one-shot Crazy Glue operation. A lot could go wrong. But nothing did. Good as new.
1. I promised to stand by Mrs Bookman (44 years, X months, 21 days, 9 hours, and 4 minutes ago) in sickness and in health till death did us part, but I never promised not to throw her under the bus in the recounting of an incident like this. And since she had never pulled any fountain pen out of my pocket—anywhere—let alone such an imposing pen like this one, I can only assume she had snorted angel dust or popped some magic mushrooms or shot PCP or something. Or maybe Stefano Dimera from Days of Our Lives got to her and implanted a microchip in her brain. In any case it falls under the rubric of "sickness," and so she's covered by the marital lifetime warranty.
Edited by Bookman, 25 May 2017 - 13:34.