The myriad collection of wires, chips, and fiberoptics between my computer and an arbitrary server on the Internet may be plagued by problems that appear to be Verizon’s fault, but one thing in my apartment works beautifully.
I inherited a 50-year-old (probably more) Hamilton-Beach commercial grade malt mixer from my grandmother via my parents. Supposedly my grandpa, proprietor of Ward Lumber Company in Sioux Falls, SD, received it as a gift for doing some sort of business with an ice cream parlor.
It looks more-or-less like this, its modern descendant, except that the stand is very heavy peach-colored porcelain.
Nothing simpler than a big motor with a switch :o). And best of all, this device makes delicious chocolatey concoctions.