I'm going to hijack it for one more post - all this talk about bikes and basses. Back when I was at Ga. Tech, I jammed with a buddy in North Atlanta regularly on the weekends. Had an Ibanez Musician then, and no wheels, so Hutch used to pick me up on his bike Friday afternoon. The only way to transport me and the bass was to sandwich it crossways between us with me hanging on the back . . . then north through Friday afternoon traffic in Atlanta. I'm sure the wind drag of that big bass case cut the bike's mileage in half . . . and one good headwind and I'd have been sailing across I-85!
Man - to be young and dumb again. (okay, maybe still dumb, just to be young again)