In the late 80's, my wife and I left grad school with three kids, moving from the SF Bay Area to Mid-Michigan. Having some money for a change, I was resolved to buy a Fender Jazz Bass. I found the bass shown in my avatar in a trailer park for sale by a guy who had picked it up in a pawn shop in Flint. I got the bass for $275.
The bass was a '62, but had the frets removed, the body stripped, the neck bowed with a non-functional truss, and a non-functional bridge pup. It was a project.
I took the bass to Brian Galloup at the Guitar Hospital in Big Rapids. Brian restored it as best we could figure for that point in time with a nitro refin. The truss issue turned out to just be a stripped nut (easily replaced). I fixed the bridge pup initially in my lab at work, but it failed a few years later and was ultimately replaced by a Fralin pup, which is a whole other story.
Anyhow, the bass weighs about 8 pounds, rings like a bell, and quickly became a mainstay; so that even my by then 4 kids became attached to it. At that point in time, we were into the kids shows and the Black Stallion was one of the favorites. There is some discussion early in the movie about an effigy called Bucephalus, which was Alexander the Great's horse. Because the stallion was black and the bass was black, the kids named the bass Bucephalus. However, not having any internet and no access to the history, I misspelled the name as Bucephylus.
I still have the bass; it is still a mainstay, and that is my TB name.
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.