I've been reading through this whole thread thinking how incredibly fortunate I was these things never happened to me, but the other thread regarding Crumar Mojos just made me remember a little story.
I used to play a couple of gigs a year in a small city in the Netherlands. I actually once saw kanker playing there with a blues band. It's a very pretty and rustic place with narrow cobblestone streets. They've done the smart thing to prioritize bicycle traffic and pedestrians, so for public transport and travelling by car, there's basically just one very long one way street through the inner city, and that's it. Of course, the venue was right in the middle of the inner city. Setup time would always be after 9pm, with downbeat just around 10 (for those of you who are wondering, yes, it was a jazz gig, plug and play style).
When I arrived by car one evening, the lil' road through the city center was closed for some sort of maintenance work. I think they were decorating the streets with christmas lights. It's a smart tactic for 99.9% percent of the population to have these kinds of things done at night - the roads are clear during rush hour and the workers can work without traffic - but not that great for late night gigging jazz organ players...
I tried some alleys and sideways, but there was no getting through. So I parked the car, took a deep breath, put the Crumar Mojo organ on my back. Yes, the original soft case came with backpack-straps. I had always wondered what for. Apparently for that particular night. Picked up the stand with my left and a friggin QSC K10 with my right and walked about a mile to the venue. I had to stop every other minute to rest and change hands for the heavy amp. I arrived at the venue sweating like a marathon runner and of course it kinda sucked playing with hurting hands from all the schlepp. Thank god they had beer!