My local music store got a little upset with me one day, when I walked in with a $250, lefty Mexican Stratocaster.
I got a Niagara Falls border store deal from some local roady-equipment renters, turned storage into music store,
and my local store, with the oldest Fender dealership in the peninsula,
said it was the first they saw, and they didn't know there were offshore, low budget guitars available.
The owner got on the phone with Fender, found out everything I said was true,
and caught a big discount for their next order, making me the hero once again.
I bought that guitar so I could keep working on mine while it was apart, catching an unexpected huge gig.
But first I had to finish it and fix it, using parts and materials, making it sound more real. Lots of people heard.
And after that I made a sign describing the parts I changed, what I built, where it was played and with who,
with a $450 price tag, and the guitar was getting beat up.
When I went in the next time, a few days later, the guitar was sold, Bob handed me the $450 with a smile on his face, right away,
and he never told me what he sold it for.
Even then, I was holding those guitars up, neck to neck, to full scale Stratocasters to show guitarists it wasn't a full scale Strat,
or close to the original manufacture.