This electric guitar was sold to me in 1986 from the back of a primer gray 1970 Ford Country Squire station wagon at McCormick Place in Chicago. I had just showed up to tour the NAMM show and this scruffy man with Southern Comfort and peanut butter on his breath was sitting on the open tailgate humming Alice Cooper's "Sun Arise" to himself. "Gonna' buy a guitar in there? I gotta guitar right here . . . fine guitar." Now keep in mind, when he fished it out of its mildewed duffle bag, it was caked with mud, dirty hand gunk, and cat hair. He said he modified it for brain slaying gain and his big chance had been to sell it to Randy Rhoads in 1982. After months of phone calls and run around, he finally got an appointment with the young guitarist for March 19th. They were to meet up in Leesburg just a few miles from his home in Sumterville. He claimed he heard the explosion as his cab pulled up to the gate. His big chance perished in a fireball. I bought it for the story but, after I cleaned it up, I thought its looks were killer.