The most amazing guitar I've ever had in my hands I didn't own. It was a Martin acoustic that a little old lady gave to a schoolmate after he'd mowed here lawns a few times. It had belonged to her son who had moved away and left it there and she didn't realise it was worth $$$$. It was a guitar that just made music when you touched it. I only reluctantly let it be prised from my hands. Playing it was a magical experience that made you feel twice the guitar player that you were.