It was a dark and stormy night. My Guild (insert model number here) just imploded and the dog didn't want anything to do with me. So I went for a walk (sans the dog) and ended up, coincidentally, at this little, real little, mom & pop music shop. Inside was this sage old(er) man (don't know where mom was) cause I knew that he could see right through me. He said, "here son, try this" and handed me a Taylor 810 (2005). I gave it my best "going to the guitar dealer licks". He wasn't impressed but I was. I never heard of Taylor but my insides were going "wow" big time. So I put a deposit on it. Next day, just to show the dog that there were no hard feelings, I took him for a walk and we ended up, coincidentally, at the same real little music shop. Darn. I tied the dog to a utility pole and went in and bought the thing. I was hooked.
True story except for the dog part and the night was not stormy.
Paul