I left a show I had performed at in a town 60 miles from home. It was dark and raining. I sat my Taylor down on the asphalt of the parking lot, unlocked the car, my friend and I drove away. When I got home, I missed the guitar, so, I called the police in that town. They sent a cop to look for the guitar (try that in New York!) but, they called back to say, "No sign of it." I knew it had been run over, or stolen and wrote it off. The next day I got a phone call from the promoter of that show saying he had my guitar. I didnt leave it in the parking lot, it never left the building! Just as I was leaving that show, one of the performers was having a spell of some kind, and I was so distracted, I forgot I had laid the guitar down, and just left. Someone opened the case and looked at some of the notes inside, knew it was mine, and I got it back.