You're like me. Repair everthing. Even if I don't want it any more, just for the challenge. A little more diffficult now that I'm in an apartment and don't have a shop and electronic instruments any more.
But you ought to see my kitchen table.
Tools, unguided, just lying there, all pointing to the current project. Pliers, open-jawed, facing the broken "thing," ready to pounce on it. Screwdrivers idly eyeing that "thing." Other "things," back-burnered, bated, await further attention. A melange of pencils, protractors, dial calipers (can't abide electronic calipers), scribbled notes with dimensions on them for forgotten parts, two small clamp-on vises, which marred and dented the table's surface, rendering it useless for polite company.... as if I had any polite friends. Remnants of a piece of clotheshanger I used to repair a belt buckle.
There, over by the little CRT TV set I keep on the kitchen table, a 50 microamp meter I will someday use for a Field Strength Meter... as if I really do any antenna work nowadays, my only antennas being the rubber duckies on my 2 meter handheld ham rigs.
But.... "black tape?" Shame on you. But I'm sure you really meant to say "duct tape," didn't you? There's still time to amend your post.
"Black tape," indeed.
Terry, 230RN