Breaking and Repairing the Guitar
That night, after fixing the windlass, flush with our success at once
again being real cruisers as evidenced by repairing our boat in exotic
locations, we invited Tony over for dinner and drinks. After a beer
or two, and a shot of Tequila, Tony announced that he would
go back to his boat and get his favorite rum, Havana Club ("the only rum worth
drinking"), and come back over and let us try it.
We had a steak dinner as we all drank beer and rum and I brought the
guitar out to play a few tunes. After dinner, the drinking accelerated
and after we finished the bottle of rum that Tony had brought, we broke
open a fresh bottle of tequila. We were all getting a little tipsy,
especially me, I think.
My memory is a little hazy on this, but at one point the boat swayed
on a swell as I stumbled and sat down. Unfortunately, where I sat was upon my guitar.
On my beautiful and much cherished Martin guitar. Crunch! I think Tony was more upset
that anyone, tho I felt close to tears to see the big crack in the face
that I had put in this wonderful handmade instrument. And the top had
separated from the body too ... sigh. Tony went on about how he knew
people that would just die for a Martin guitar and how stupid I had been.
Lord knows I could not have felt any worse at that point anyway.
With that one deft move, it looked like we were now going to have to stay in
Acapulco another week. Inasmuch as it was Friday night, the best
chance of getting the guitar repaired would have to wait until the
following week, on Monday. So we spent the weekend recuperating
and ruminating over the guitar.
Bright and early on Monday morning, We set out to find a place
to get the guitar repaired. We looked in the Marina's yellow pages phone book
for the musical instruments stores' locations, and went to the music district of Acapulco.
All of the 6 or so music stores in the town are on one street, Ave. Velaquez de Leon,
and so we headed there. We went into to a music store called "Lalos", mostly
because they had the largest yellow pages ad. The proprietor looked at the Martin and
declared that he could do nothing for it, but that he knew someone who might be able to fix it.
He phoned them, told us to wait, and someone would come by the store.
About 15 minutes later, a man named Santi came over, picked up the
guitar, and led us on foot thru the back streets to a little luthier shop
a few blocks away, Guitarras Leobardo Garcia, located at Priv 5 de Mayo 245,
Col Centro (7 Esquinas), Telephone: 483-0337. When we got there, Santi
made a phone call and then told us that the owner, Senor Garcia, would be
by in about 15 minutes to give us a prognosis on the Martin. He went on to
explain that the Garcia Family had been making guitars in Acapulco since
1930, and were generally regarded as the best luthiers in town.
There were family photos and old newspaper articles on the wall attesting to
the history of the family business and we felt pretty sure that we had come
to the right place.
When Senor Garcia arrived, he took a look at the Martin and declared
that he could fix it, and although it might not look perfect, it would
be just fine. He said it would take about 3 days to repair it and
refinish the top.
We picked up the repaired guitar on Friday morning, two weeks and two
days after we had arrived in Acapulco. It was nicely repaired and
refinished, muy reasonable at $45/450 pesos, and you can barely see the crack
in the face, so I would recommend Sr. Garcia to anyone needing guitar work in Acapulco.