When I was 17, I moved from my small town of Richland, Washington to Portland for my senior year in high school. I had already had some solid gigging experience in rock and jazz, and had acquired some good gear, including a 1954 Strat and a 63 Concert Amp. Within a month of hitting town, I was in a regularly working rock band, a small ensemble jazz group, a high school jazz band, and a university jazz band. It helped that I could play chords, improvise, and sight read. A month after that, I bought a 1969 LP Goldtop, then weeks later bought a 1953 Goldtop for $100. Because I was gigging, rehearsing, and teaching all day, I had to travel around town with my Concert Amp and one of the guitars in my 1962 Olds. I don't like driving in cities that much now, but then, I was fearless. All I needed was a map or a set of written directions. I would park as close as I could get to the place, then carry the amp and guitar from the car in one trip. Stairs? No problem. Three flights of stairs, OK, problem. But I was OK after shaking out my arms and catching my breath. I was 17 and on my f***ing way. Stand back!