Yeah, I was asked to help load an upright piano into the back of a small moving van. "Where are the straps?' I asked, "Oh, we're going to go very slow" the assured response of my friend's boyfriend. I followed close behind on my motorcycle, so as he rounded a corner the magic of centrifugality did its work and I heard the soundboard ring out its last tonal chorus as it hit the deck. Wordlessly the boyfriend sprang the door, and we gazed numbly....