I hope your hot-rodded Ibanez serves you well.
Sometime around 91 or 92, my main guitar was a Squire Strat, and it was a pretty mediocre instrument. Partly at the urging of a young guitar-shop employee who was a brilliant guitarist (we were briefly in a garage band together*), I bought an RG550. Within a few years, it was pretty obvious that there is really nothing about my personality or my preferred styles of music that would correlate with me playing a pointy guitar with a mirrored pickguard. It was forgotten and packed away for a loooong time, and I may have even put it on craigslist for a few hundred dollars at one point.
But I'm glad I still own it. I cleaned it up and set it up a year or two ago, and it just plays like butter and sounds *really* good. And this absurdly-styled $800 guitar is one of the best-engineered guitars I've ever owned (fit, finish, tuning, intonation, rock-solid electronics with no crackle or buzz). I don't need to own an HSS Strat, because this thing does that bridge humbucker thing about as well as it can be done.
*I was invited to sit in with his band. They had their own room with a PA in a rehearsal complex, which seemed really big-time to me. First practice: Everyone in the band consumed eyebrow-raising amounts of drugs and alcohol. But I liked them and they were really good musicians, and I thought maybe I just caught them on a wild night. They suggested a few songs for me to learn, and asked me to sing on some things. So I did my best to rehearse and learn them, and then I went back the next week. The second practice was even more of a rumshpringa than the first one. So I said what everyone says when they're quiet-quitting a garage band: "Guys, I have a thing next week and I'm not gonna make it."