My father bought me a small CB radio for my room in 1975 (age 11). I pretended (pretended) I was a secret spy; I listened to serious conversations from the police, firefighters and EMTs, as well as banter. My brother had one in his car, and kept in touch with the truckers just in case there was a smokey in the grass. And everyone had a handle (the precursor to the username). Funny, don’t remember my brother’s handle.
my dad had one, his handle was “sawbones” because he was in med school to become a doctor…I always thought they were annoying…“breaker 1 9 this is sawbones you got your ears on?” is the most banter I can remember my dad saying. haha
Yup! Dad was a trucker and I also would mess with the other truckers while playing in my dad’s truck and my dad probably didn’t like when I pushed and pulled every pretty colored knob in his truck so yesterday he told me to cut it out.
Well, it’s kind of a bugger when someone dumps the air and engages the brakes while you’re driving, or dumps the airbags (suspension) when you’re not expecting it!