Taylor Guitar saved my life

My Taylor moved with me from Somerset hospital where I was originally taken to Robert Wood Johnson where they determined that my fractures weren’t displaced (lucky for me, I didn’t need surgery) to the rehab center where I spent eight weeks or so getting back on my feet. And playing my guitar! I can’t express how relieved I was the first time after the accident I realized that my hands and at least the part of my brain that managed guitar-playing still worked. So after that point, I played it practically non-stop the entire time I was in the rehab facility. I like to think I wasn’t too annoying to the other folks in there.

So that’s my story. You already know you make a very fine, hiqh-quality product and I just thought you’d be chuffed to hear what I think about my 214ce, which attributes include playability, beautiful tonality and in case of accident, “ability to be used as a lifesaving device”.

With warmest regards,
Paul Elwood

Lebanon, NJ

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The Harley was totalled as you might imagine, and the gig bag (I dunno what kind, I’d had it for years for previous guitars) as well, since the EMTs had to cut the straps to get it off my body. But here are two remarkable things about this experience I wanted to share with you, and the reason for this letter. Firstly: after the accident, the guitar was pretty far out of tune. Other than that though, there was not a nick, crack, blemish or other sign of damage at all. Nada. When I went spinning over the hood of the lady’s Datsun, a witness to the accident told the cops I’d somersaulted -either once or twice, they weren’t sure- but they’d seen me land on my head. In fact what happened was, I somersaulted X number of times and landed not on my helmet, but on the headstock of they guitar inside the gigbag… and that’s the second amazing thing. The combination of the guitar and bag, the location of the gigbag on my back and I believe, the quality of the instrument’s manufacture worked in tandem so that instead of presenting my noggin to the asphalt, the guitar acted like a big padded “splint”. I credit this with potentially saving my neck from breaking and/or my spine from snapping like a twig.

My Taylor moved with me from Somerset hospital where I was originally taken to Robert Wood Johnson where they determined that my fractures weren’t displaced (lucky for me, I didn’t need surgery) to the rehab center where I spent eight weeks or so getting back on my feet. And playing my guitar! I can’t express how relieved I was the first time after the accident I realized that my hands and at least the part of my brain that managed guitar-playing still worked. So after that point, I played it practically non-stop the entire time I was in the rehab facility. I like to think I wasn’t too annoying to the other folks in there.

So that’s my story. You already know you make a very fine, hiqh-quality product and I just thought you’d be chuffed to hear what I think about my 214ce, which attributes include playability, beautiful tonality and in case of accident, “ability to be used as a lifesaving device”.

With warmest regards,
Paul Elwood

Lebanon, NJ

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When EMTs showed up and loaded me into the ambulance. I was most concerned at that point though about my guitar. I couldn’t move my head much, being strapped into a backboard so I asked them about it, and they kindly moved the gig bag into my field of vision. I asked them to open it which they did… seeing my concern, one of them pulled the gig bag down far enough to show the body of the guitar and sort of strummed across the strings. All good.

The Harley was totalled as you might imagine, and the gig bag (I dunno what kind, I’d had it for years for previous guitars) as well, since the EMTs had to cut the straps to get it off my body. But here are two remarkable things about this experience I wanted to share with you, and the reason for this letter. Firstly: after the accident, the guitar was pretty far out of tune. Other than that though, there was not a nick, crack, blemish or other sign of damage at all. Nada. When I went spinning over the hood of the lady’s Datsun, a witness to the accident told the cops I’d somersaulted -either once or twice, they weren’t sure- but they’d seen me land on my head. In fact what happened was, I somersaulted X number of times and landed not on my helmet, but on the headstock of they guitar inside the gigbag… and that’s the second amazing thing. The combination of the guitar and bag, the location of the gigbag on my back and I believe, the quality of the instrument’s manufacture worked in tandem so that instead of presenting my noggin to the asphalt, the guitar acted like a big padded “splint”. I credit this with potentially saving my neck from breaking and/or my spine from snapping like a twig.

My Taylor moved with me from Somerset hospital where I was originally taken to Robert Wood Johnson where they determined that my fractures weren’t displaced (lucky for me, I didn’t need surgery) to the rehab center where I spent eight weeks or so getting back on my feet. And playing my guitar! I can’t express how relieved I was the first time after the accident I realized that my hands and at least the part of my brain that managed guitar-playing still worked. So after that point, I played it practically non-stop the entire time I was in the rehab facility. I like to think I wasn’t too annoying to the other folks in there.

So that’s my story. You already know you make a very fine, hiqh-quality product and I just thought you’d be chuffed to hear what I think about my 214ce, which attributes include playability, beautiful tonality and in case of accident, “ability to be used as a lifesaving device”.

With warmest regards,
Paul Elwood

Lebanon, NJ

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When I opened my eyes I was surrounded by a ring of concerned faces and the suspicion that I might’ve hurt myself pretty badly. In fact as it turned out, I got off pretty lucky; I got smacked up pretty good in general and also fractured my pelvis in three places. As a side note, I would just point out here that your pelvis is one of the strongest, thickest bones in your body; if you ever manage to smash yours against something hard enough to put a couple of cracks in it, you have my profound sympathies.

When EMTs showed up and loaded me into the ambulance. I was most concerned at that point though about my guitar. I couldn’t move my head much, being strapped into a backboard so I asked them about it, and they kindly moved the gig bag into my field of vision. I asked them to open it which they did… seeing my concern, one of them pulled the gig bag down far enough to show the body of the guitar and sort of strummed across the strings. All good.

The Harley was totalled as you might imagine, and the gig bag (I dunno what kind, I’d had it for years for previous guitars) as well, since the EMTs had to cut the straps to get it off my body. But here are two remarkable things about this experience I wanted to share with you, and the reason for this letter. Firstly: after the accident, the guitar was pretty far out of tune. Other than that though, there was not a nick, crack, blemish or other sign of damage at all. Nada. When I went spinning over the hood of the lady’s Datsun, a witness to the accident told the cops I’d somersaulted -either once or twice, they weren’t sure- but they’d seen me land on my head. In fact what happened was, I somersaulted X number of times and landed not on my helmet, but on the headstock of they guitar inside the gigbag… and that’s the second amazing thing. The combination of the guitar and bag, the location of the gigbag on my back and I believe, the quality of the instrument’s manufacture worked in tandem so that instead of presenting my noggin to the asphalt, the guitar acted like a big padded “splint”. I credit this with potentially saving my neck from breaking and/or my spine from snapping like a twig.

My Taylor moved with me from Somerset hospital where I was originally taken to Robert Wood Johnson where they determined that my fractures weren’t displaced (lucky for me, I didn’t need surgery) to the rehab center where I spent eight weeks or so getting back on my feet. And playing my guitar! I can’t express how relieved I was the first time after the accident I realized that my hands and at least the part of my brain that managed guitar-playing still worked. So after that point, I played it practically non-stop the entire time I was in the rehab facility. I like to think I wasn’t too annoying to the other folks in there.

So that’s my story. You already know you make a very fine, hiqh-quality product and I just thought you’d be chuffed to hear what I think about my 214ce, which attributes include playability, beautiful tonality and in case of accident, “ability to be used as a lifesaving device”.

With warmest regards,
Paul Elwood

Lebanon, NJ

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I was on a flat, straight piece of two lane road, when suddenly a lady in the oncoming lane turned left across my lane directly in front of me. I didn’t even have time to scream like a little girl. I hit her right front quarter panel doing about 45 mph plus whatever she was bringing to the table.

When I opened my eyes I was surrounded by a ring of concerned faces and the suspicion that I might’ve hurt myself pretty badly. In fact as it turned out, I got off pretty lucky; I got smacked up pretty good in general and also fractured my pelvis in three places. As a side note, I would just point out here that your pelvis is one of the strongest, thickest bones in your body; if you ever manage to smash yours against something hard enough to put a couple of cracks in it, you have my profound sympathies.

When EMTs showed up and loaded me into the ambulance. I was most concerned at that point though about my guitar. I couldn’t move my head much, being strapped into a backboard so I asked them about it, and they kindly moved the gig bag into my field of vision. I asked them to open it which they did… seeing my concern, one of them pulled the gig bag down far enough to show the body of the guitar and sort of strummed across the strings. All good.

The Harley was totalled as you might imagine, and the gig bag (I dunno what kind, I’d had it for years for previous guitars) as well, since the EMTs had to cut the straps to get it off my body. But here are two remarkable things about this experience I wanted to share with you, and the reason for this letter. Firstly: after the accident, the guitar was pretty far out of tune. Other than that though, there was not a nick, crack, blemish or other sign of damage at all. Nada. When I went spinning over the hood of the lady’s Datsun, a witness to the accident told the cops I’d somersaulted -either once or twice, they weren’t sure- but they’d seen me land on my head. In fact what happened was, I somersaulted X number of times and landed not on my helmet, but on the headstock of they guitar inside the gigbag… and that’s the second amazing thing. The combination of the guitar and bag, the location of the gigbag on my back and I believe, the quality of the instrument’s manufacture worked in tandem so that instead of presenting my noggin to the asphalt, the guitar acted like a big padded “splint”. I credit this with potentially saving my neck from breaking and/or my spine from snapping like a twig.

My Taylor moved with me from Somerset hospital where I was originally taken to Robert Wood Johnson where they determined that my fractures weren’t displaced (lucky for me, I didn’t need surgery) to the rehab center where I spent eight weeks or so getting back on my feet. And playing my guitar! I can’t express how relieved I was the first time after the accident I realized that my hands and at least the part of my brain that managed guitar-playing still worked. So after that point, I played it practically non-stop the entire time I was in the rehab facility. I like to think I wasn’t too annoying to the other folks in there.

So that’s my story. You already know you make a very fine, hiqh-quality product and I just thought you’d be chuffed to hear what I think about my 214ce, which attributes include playability, beautiful tonality and in case of accident, “ability to be used as a lifesaving device”.

With warmest regards,
Paul Elwood

Lebanon, NJ

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Back in the fall of 2011 I was on my way to a guitar meetup one Saturday morning on my ’09 Sportster with my Taylor 214ce strapped to my back in a gig back (I know this probably sounds awkward but in fact it was pretty comfortable; the butt of the guitar rested on the bitch seat and the headstock stuck out just above and behind the top of my helmet).

I was on a flat, straight piece of two lane road, when suddenly a lady in the oncoming lane turned left across my lane directly in front of me. I didn’t even have time to scream like a little girl. I hit her right front quarter panel doing about 45 mph plus whatever she was bringing to the table.

When I opened my eyes I was surrounded by a ring of concerned faces and the suspicion that I might’ve hurt myself pretty badly. In fact as it turned out, I got off pretty lucky; I got smacked up pretty good in general and also fractured my pelvis in three places. As a side note, I would just point out here that your pelvis is one of the strongest, thickest bones in your body; if you ever manage to smash yours against something hard enough to put a couple of cracks in it, you have my profound sympathies.

When EMTs showed up and loaded me into the ambulance. I was most concerned at that point though about my guitar. I couldn’t move my head much, being strapped into a backboard so I asked them about it, and they kindly moved the gig bag into my field of vision. I asked them to open it which they did… seeing my concern, one of them pulled the gig bag down far enough to show the body of the guitar and sort of strummed across the strings. All good.

The Harley was totalled as you might imagine, and the gig bag (I dunno what kind, I’d had it for years for previous guitars) as well, since the EMTs had to cut the straps to get it off my body. But here are two remarkable things about this experience I wanted to share with you, and the reason for this letter. Firstly: after the accident, the guitar was pretty far out of tune. Other than that though, there was not a nick, crack, blemish or other sign of damage at all. Nada. When I went spinning over the hood of the lady’s Datsun, a witness to the accident told the cops I’d somersaulted -either once or twice, they weren’t sure- but they’d seen me land on my head. In fact what happened was, I somersaulted X number of times and landed not on my helmet, but on the headstock of they guitar inside the gigbag… and that’s the second amazing thing. The combination of the guitar and bag, the location of the gigbag on my back and I believe, the quality of the instrument’s manufacture worked in tandem so that instead of presenting my noggin to the asphalt, the guitar acted like a big padded “splint”. I credit this with potentially saving my neck from breaking and/or my spine from snapping like a twig.

My Taylor moved with me from Somerset hospital where I was originally taken to Robert Wood Johnson where they determined that my fractures weren’t displaced (lucky for me, I didn’t need surgery) to the rehab center where I spent eight weeks or so getting back on my feet. And playing my guitar! I can’t express how relieved I was the first time after the accident I realized that my hands and at least the part of my brain that managed guitar-playing still worked. So after that point, I played it practically non-stop the entire time I was in the rehab facility. I like to think I wasn’t too annoying to the other folks in there.

So that’s my story. You already know you make a very fine, hiqh-quality product and I just thought you’d be chuffed to hear what I think about my 214ce, which attributes include playability, beautiful tonality and in case of accident, “ability to be used as a lifesaving device”.

With warmest regards,
Paul Elwood

Lebanon, NJ

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I know you probably think you make a quality product but you may not know just how good it is.

Back in the fall of 2011 I was on my way to a guitar meetup one Saturday morning on my ’09 Sportster with my Taylor 214ce strapped to my back in a gig back (I know this probably sounds awkward but in fact it was pretty comfortable; the butt of the guitar rested on the bitch seat and the headstock stuck out just above and behind the top of my helmet).

I was on a flat, straight piece of two lane road, when suddenly a lady in the oncoming lane turned left across my lane directly in front of me. I didn’t even have time to scream like a little girl. I hit her right front quarter panel doing about 45 mph plus whatever she was bringing to the table.

When I opened my eyes I was surrounded by a ring of concerned faces and the suspicion that I might’ve hurt myself pretty badly. In fact as it turned out, I got off pretty lucky; I got smacked up pretty good in general and also fractured my pelvis in three places. As a side note, I would just point out here that your pelvis is one of the strongest, thickest bones in your body; if you ever manage to smash yours against something hard enough to put a couple of cracks in it, you have my profound sympathies.

When EMTs showed up and loaded me into the ambulance. I was most concerned at that point though about my guitar. I couldn’t move my head much, being strapped into a backboard so I asked them about it, and they kindly moved the gig bag into my field of vision. I asked them to open it which they did… seeing my concern, one of them pulled the gig bag down far enough to show the body of the guitar and sort of strummed across the strings. All good.

The Harley was totalled as you might imagine, and the gig bag (I dunno what kind, I’d had it for years for previous guitars) as well, since the EMTs had to cut the straps to get it off my body. But here are two remarkable things about this experience I wanted to share with you, and the reason for this letter. Firstly: after the accident, the guitar was pretty far out of tune. Other than that though, there was not a nick, crack, blemish or other sign of damage at all. Nada. When I went spinning over the hood of the lady’s Datsun, a witness to the accident told the cops I’d somersaulted -either once or twice, they weren’t sure- but they’d seen me land on my head. In fact what happened was, I somersaulted X number of times and landed not on my helmet, but on the headstock of they guitar inside the gigbag… and that’s the second amazing thing. The combination of the guitar and bag, the location of the gigbag on my back and I believe, the quality of the instrument’s manufacture worked in tandem so that instead of presenting my noggin to the asphalt, the guitar acted like a big padded “splint”. I credit this with potentially saving my neck from breaking and/or my spine from snapping like a twig.

My Taylor moved with me from Somerset hospital where I was originally taken to Robert Wood Johnson where they determined that my fractures weren’t displaced (lucky for me, I didn’t need surgery) to the rehab center where I spent eight weeks or so getting back on my feet. And playing my guitar! I can’t express how relieved I was the first time after the accident I realized that my hands and at least the part of my brain that managed guitar-playing still worked. So after that point, I played it practically non-stop the entire time I was in the rehab facility. I like to think I wasn’t too annoying to the other folks in there.

So that’s my story. You already know you make a very fine, hiqh-quality product and I just thought you’d be chuffed to hear what I think about my 214ce, which attributes include playability, beautiful tonality and in case of accident, “ability to be used as a lifesaving device”.

With warmest regards,
Paul Elwood

Lebanon, NJ

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