I couldn't take it. I thought about sanding under the bridge on my Stingray 5, just for fun, then I thought - ah, lemme call Gard. So I called Gard. "Gard, send me a Bongo", I said, "and not just any Bongo. Send me a graphite finish Bongo five string as quickly as you can, man, I've got a little Bongo Fever." Gard, hoarding them for himself, claims the Bongos haven't arrived yet. But hey, he TOOK MY MONEY ANYWAY and said, yes he "said" he'd send me a Bongo as soon as they arrived at his "store". So anyway, what say you TBers? The Musicman Bongo! I know you worship it, don't you! Don't lie to me, I can smell the Bongo Lust coming off you like cheap cologne.