My Gibson Explorer and Flying V. Both in rectangular hardcases, standing vertically behind me with a ratchet strap around the cases and my torso. Kept to the side roads as anything over 45 felt like I was going to be pulled off the bike. That was back in the day when Frankenbike was my only transpo, and I couldn't get a ride from anyone to the guitar tech. No pictures sadly, but you should have seen the look on the guys face at the shop when I asked his help in loading the bikes and "Ratcheting me up"!