Didn’t try to get my head around CB in the 1970s. Interest flashed by.
Then,
flash forward, to 1997 and obtaining a CDL as a, “back pocket career”.
Earned enough starting in 1998 I bought a
Uniden PC-76 from a T/A just barely north of St Louis. A pair of 5’ Wilson Silverload to mount on that flattop Freightliner FLD. (Ha, man was I proud).
Had Clay Thompson upgrade it to dual finals. Mate it to an RK56 mic.
This radio has never received anything but compliments and exhibited rock-solid performance throughout its working life.
In & out of easily a dozen or more vehicles, private & commercial from then until divorce and becoming a full-time Driver ten years ago.
Replaced it with a Galaxy 99v2. Then added a West Mountain Radio ClearSpeaker. A broader & deeper world.
The PC76 was where I learned to use CB Radio as an effective tool in my work.
Not a week has passed that Radio has not increased or offset my income.
Not to mention kept me away or apprised of dangerous situations ahead or nearby.
I’d no more leave home without a CB than I would without my wallet.
This past ten days on the road has seen me divert off the Interstate due to two fatal accidents days apart
well ahead of and routed differently than all other drivers save one or two, who, like me learned the language of fast interrogation and appraisal.
All owing to the faith which pilots and mariners accord Radio:
A voice that crieth in the wilderness.
Being able to return home unscathed is a bad assumption. About (20) drivers are killed weekly. Hundreds seriously injured.
— Had a team pulling doubles for Fed-Ex Ground yesterday. Tried to illegally block me from entering the passing lane (left lane hasn’t any ROW). Was a little surprised two white guys didn’t have a CB in a brand-new Evolution.
Was going to offer to get the State Police on the phone for them. Explain how the Interstate
works. Their selfishness and temper-tantrum was gonna make things real personal they kept it up.
No fathers. Probably a baby daddy who didn’t much like them. No one hammered home risk-avoidance and that cooperation is a virtue. A baby momma who figured divorce — where violence didn’t exist — was her cover for whoring around. As she certainly didn’t love her children. (This is a fact without exception). Damage to them wasn’t important.
A radio on the dash, glowing:
That the act of LISTENING would have eventually gotten through.
Little is more fun as a driver than raking over the coals some selfish sonnuvabitch complaining about a slow pass he’s tailgating. Reading the Riot Act that others understand.
A CB gives a chance to man up.
One takes a chance in ignorance to look stupid maybe a moment,
and someone will get your gear straightened out. Toss the unneeded & yank the shit out of ruck straps you make it home.
Cooperation is you make it habit to speak to the silences when moved. As others are also about ready to reach for the mic.
Don’t complain about silence. Speak. Mention the need to back off Echo. Adjust their mike gain. Use mile markers. Most drivers haven’t any good idea how they’re getting out.
For
“When two or more are gathered in my name”.
Is the radio action background. Put a smile in your voice.
I’d bet that’s the real subtitle of this thread.
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