In 1977 I was going to Europe with my German-born wife to show off our new 7-month old baby to her family. I wanted to bring my Japanese Les Paul guitar along to jam with her best friend's brother. Spending a day in Vancouver prior to catching our flight I decided to find a cardboard box to ship the guitar in to protect it, cushioned by clothing. I went into the alley behind Long and McQuade on Granville Street and found a Fender bass box. Perfect! Packed the guitar inside as planned and when we got to my in-law's place in Germany, unpacked the guitar and clothes from the other end I'd packed it in, and there inside the box was a previously unnoticed instruction book for a Precision bass, a Fender guitar strap and a gray patch cord with "L" shaped jacks on the ends. I wore that strap out over the years, but I still have the cord. It's right here within arm's reach plugged into my practice amp, still working fine. Much better than many others I've bought and worn out over the years.