Ah, the old transistor radio. I spent a Saturday with a screwdriver, a magnifying glass, and a cup of coffee, dissecting one. The little click when the resistor finally sits snug in its slot is like a tiny applause. It’s satisfying because you’re playing a very specific role in a miniature orchestra, and any deviation—like a misplaced capacitor—throws the whole symphony off. I’ve spent hours mapping each component’s exact position, just to be sure I’m not leaving any surprises for the next curious soul.