Tim wrote in news:1191728577.061414.313520
@y42g2000hsy.googlegroups.com:

On Oct 3, 9:27 am, Chuck Gould wrote:

It's been so long since anybody was required to have an FTC license to
broadcast VHF within the US that maybe 1/3 or more of the boaters
don't *really* know how to use it. CB slang is rampant. It's one of
the few aspects in life where the careless and uninformed publicly
announce their ignorance.


For a long time I'd said that there were two things (minimum) that can
turn grown adults into babbling fools.

1) An infant.

2) a cb radio.

?:



What used to be fun on CB going down the interstate was to come on the
air and NOT sound like a hick with a clothespin over your nose. I used
to ask them, "Do you REALLY talk that way were you come from?", in my
best, most sophisticated-sounding voice. Within a hundred miles, the
interstate would be full of really nice people speaking as if they were
on the telephone, not sounding like rednecks at a BBQ drunk on beer.

"What's your handle, good buddy?"....."I'm Larry! I used to be 20W1956
but they reissued me KLP9928 in the mid 60's before they took our
licenses.", I'd respond enthousiastically, "What's your name?" The mere
mention of any real license and real names always made it really quiet on
CB until the shock wore off a few minutes later. Almost invariably, I'd
find some old-time CBer who'd heard me and that would start a
conversation with 6W1207 from Knoxville about those old tube rigs we used
in those days. I used to build Knightkit CBs when I was a kid or a
Heathkit walkie talkie that looked like a black leather box. I built so
many I could put one together in 2 hours without the instructions...(c;

Another fun thing to do on CB on the interstate is find another ham and
start talking about ham radio. Lots of CBers are hams or want to be
hams. Some go berserk from some stupid jealousy or pride, never sure
which. "Mike, can you hear the 147.270 repeater where you are?", I'd ask
him on CB.

CB is great fun on the road, still. I have a few I've resurrected from
thrift shops and keep one in the traveling vehicles. It has its place.

Larry
20W1956 in 1957....(c;
You had to be 18 to get a CB license. I was only 11 so my mother was
terrified I was going to be DRAFTED in the ARMY...