There was also the thought, somewhere in the back of my skull, that I'd forego one of the rare chances to meet The Man, in his audio lab of excellence, where I could experience first-hand all that magic, from all the superlative devices I've been admiring through others' reviews. So, I kept thinking for months how I'd be justifying a trip to Peoria from my neck-o'-the-woods in the Great White North.
It just happens that my other hobby, adventure motorcycling, offers an annual (or at least biannual) opportunity to get away for several days, and going around the great lakes had always been an appealing proposition. So, I ended up this summer, building a vibration-protected "shelf" on the tail of my bike, heading around Georgian Bay and Lake Huron, over on the East side of Lake Michigan, all the way to Peoria, Illinois.

Crazy. I know. In the vicinity of madness & irresponsible, but when options are rather limited, I had to improvise somehow. It turned out rather well. Steve was gracious enough to not laugh at my solution, while seeing my intentions, and I had a wonderful time in his audio lab, enjoying every second of sound immersion facilitated by his ingeniously and expertly designed and built gear.
I then had the pair of DM945 nicely and adeptly wrapped by Sarah, in an effort to save their awesome finish from the elements, also protected them with some memory foam (brought for the purpose), while tying to the tail of the bike, and left: