The C16 was the computer that started it all for me. It made it into my house one rainy day of 1988 when I was 8 years old. It was the machine I wrote my first programs on, even though it broke not long after that, ending up in my attic, dismantled and poorly cared for. 30 years later I managed to recover, reassemble and repair it (it was the CPU, if you wonder...) and I decided that it was time to finally do it justice, giving this mistreated Commodore model a way to live on.