I first picked up a white/white/maple p bass copy in 1990. I carried it all the way from a music shop near Colchester castle (in its box) to the train station (seriously long way) and then by train to Chelmsford, where I once again walked ** … all the way across town to my flat where I played it acoustically for two days before I decided it sounded crap without an amp. More saving up … ho hum …
** there are those with supportive parents who would be thinking “this is 1990, not 1820… surely a parent could…” no. They never encouraged or helped in any way whatsoever (will someone please stop playing that f***ing violin?)