The guitar was a Taylor 210C and I was playing in a church band at the time. Of course as church bands often do my gig was in the morning so the family is getting ready to go and my pre-teen daughter was helping load the car.
Ok, this was totally my fault. I do not hold her responsible at all.
I asked her to put the guitar behind the car and I would put it in the trunk. We all get in the car, my wife backs up.
Bump!
"What was that?"
My wife said. "Was that your guitar" I ran out of the car and saw what happened, went inside, went did bed and did not say a word to anyone for three hours.
While I slept my wife called a good friend who sold guitars for a living and the insurance company and I had a new guitar in hand the next day. Actually I upgraded to a 310C so there is that.
Another friend of mine asked me if I wanted the destroyed rotting carcass of my old Taylor. I couldnt' even look at it so I said take it away. I think he wanted it for the electronics inside through I later found out he found another guitar with the same story but the body was fine but the neck was broken and he had them put together into a single guitar.
Fast forward to today.
My second Taylor had a small crack on the back that I wanted to get fix. I called a friend and asked for a recommendation and got the name of a local repair guy. I went there today and him and I instantly hit it off and we we talking and I started telling him the story I just told you. Only about 2 sentences in he goes "That was You?" He turned around and pulled off the shelf what was left of the body of my old guitar. He used what was good to build the other guitar and has been keeping the rest for parts. My guitar was an organ donor. It's a small world.
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