I've parted ways with many I should have kept... My Fly, my Carvin DC127T, my Jackson Dinky Reverse Pro.. I even regret my old white Epiphone Flying V back in the early 90s... But none of them compare to the regret and ache I felt after I let my beloved Charvel 375 go back in 1995.. A buddy wanted a guitar for his kid to learn on, and I had just bought a Jackson Dinky, so I wasn't really paying much attention to my Charvel. I sold it to him and regretted it pretty much instantly. I looked for one like it for years, but the ones I found were either beat up, or they had maple necks, or they weren't the right color. Then 2005 rolls around and I got a guitar for Christmas. Need some straplocks. So I stopped into a local mom and pop shop that I used to drive by every single day.. Got my straplocks and as I'm walking out I spot a Charvel/Jackson headstock on their used wall. It was silhouetted in the window, so I couldn't see what it was.. I walked over and there was a Charvel 375 that looked a lot like my old one. I pick it, start playing it and I notice a little detail on the end of the fretboard... I flip it over to check the serial number.. This was my old guitar, I think... I take it to the counter and ask if there is a case with it. Dude goes in the back and brings out the old chainsaw case, complete with the hole I knocked in it when I was installing a Dimarzio Tone Zone back in 1992. It was indeed my baby.. I bought it ASAP, brought it home and it lives on my wall again.