Yes, Pete, those were the days (and the rigs) where glasses would vibrate across a table . . . . next door !
I tell you what this really reminds me of: You had to be in the moving business to play bass back in the day. These new little four-pound amps and Neo bins would have seemed like a dream back then.
It was nothing to lug rigs like this (or SVT's, or component/rack rigs back when all power amps had BIG transformers) up and down stairs, in and out of those places your Mother warned you about, 100-pound or better 215 bins, folded 18's, 810's, sheesh. And all that to keep up with a guitar player with a single twelve combo ! Yikes !
I once made a gig (when the drummer forgot to come get me in the van) by puting the top down on my Bug convertible, standing a Peavey 215 bin up on the back bumper and flipping it over the folded-down top into the backseat, then driving to the gig, top down, with this big black cab pointing at the sky (the chrome casters were a nice visual) at a 45-degree angle. Got some funny looks at stop lights . . . .
J o e y