One of the many advantages of having a 12-year-old Fender Squier is that I don't even know what the fuck a Floyd Rose looks like. In fact, I don't even know how to spell Floyd Rose! If I've spelled it correctly in this post I can assure you it was by blind chance; I just mashed the keyboard with a monkey's face when I got to the words "Floyd Rose" (I did it again!) and hoped for the best.