I thought I would pass on one of my favorite bass stories from my lifetime of whacky experiences. Back in the early 1990's, I had already been using Alembics for close to 15 years. They were my bass of choice, but I often ran into what I describe as brand prejudice as a session bassist here in L.A. Producers just expected you to show up with a Fender, and on more than one occasion, I was forced to play the old dusty flat wound strung, ridiculously high actioned Fender P Bass the studio would invariably have leaning in a corner somewhere near the broom closet. To remedy this, I went out and bought a 1964 P Bass so I could show up with it just in case the producer could not get over his fear of active electronics. Well, I never liked the way that bass played. The truss rod would never allow me to get the neck straight enough for the low action I had come to know and love on my Alembics. One evening I got home from a session real late, and drove into my garage in exhaustion. I had a lifted 4X4 truck with 32 off road tires on it. Well, instead of taking the Fender Bass in the house with me, I leaned it (in its gig bag) up against the rear bumper of the truck. The next day, I got in my truck, and backed out of the garage without remembering I had left my bass there. As you can imagine, the bass fell straight back onto the ground, and was run over not just once, but twice by both the rear and front tires. The tires rolled over the face of the bass from headstock to bridge, straight down the fingerboard. After I had pulled fully out of the garage, I saw the leather gig bag laying there in the driveway, and a wave of horror came over me. I rushed to the lifeless tread engraved Reunion Blues bag, and reluctantly unzipped it. As I pulled the 1964 P Bass out of the flimsy prophylactic, I notice that each string had left evidence of the trauma on the maple fingerboard between almost every fret. Yep, there were not only depressions on the frets, but on the vintage fingerboard, pickups, body etc. I began to look for what I thought would be the inevitable?.a huge crack in the neck. To my surprise, I could find no cracks or significant damage to the neck or neck pocket. I took the bass in the house, carrying it like it was road kill, and laid it on the sofa. The burning question was could it be brought back to life? I tightened the neck screws, tuned up the strings and adjusted the bridge. To my amazement, the neck was as straight as an arrow, and the action almost to Alembic spec's. It was a miracle. That bass played great from that day on. So, the moral of the story is, you can always improve your old Fender bass by running it over with your vehicle.