Woke up with more GAS this morning than usual. Drove north of my house to take a look at a new music shop that opened a month or so ago trying to hunt down an Am Standard Jazz. They were catering more toward outlet crowds and just had some unbranded low end basses. Decided to drive into town (Athens, GA) to the last local music shop left. They had an Am Standard Jazz that had been hanging up since 2012 and looked like someone ate pizza off it, strings felt horrible and the A string buzzed like crazy. I asked if they could order the bass I was looking for and the salesman said they'd rather move what they have in stock then to order more stuff. I told him, it's a guaranteed sale and I'd agree to pay half up front. He insisted he could make a deal on the one hanging up and would knock $100 off. Then I'd be stuck with a color I wasn't interested in and have to get a new nut cut. No thanks. I realized the day was still early and I was up for the hour plus drive in to Atlanta. There was a music shop I'd never been able to find and this time I was armed with satellite guidance. The store was amazing, covered with guitars and quite a good selection of basses. Still couldn't find exactly what I wanted but was able to check out some great tube bass amps (caused more GAS just a different kind lol). Since I'd burned the gas and time, I figured I go over and visit the shop I purchased my Am Std P from just to see what they had up. This place is nice because the guy in the bass dept knows me. He comes over asks my how things have been, what I'm looking for etc. I give him the exact description and he tells me they got one in on Thursday and he'd go grab it. Tuned it up and it played like butter. Ring me up! Quickest bass he's ever flipped and I'm a happy guy! I can't squeeze a bad note out of her. Obligatory cellphone pic: Sometimes you just gotta keep searching to cure your GAS.