HELP! I want one of them there big radios

The tone of all your posts always seem to be one of helpful instruction and are appreciated by most i believe. And your novels are good reading too!

 

Hey mike just wanted to say hello been kicking back and not doing much of anything if ya hear from you know who say hello

 

Will do......did you get that radio installed yet?

 

No im not installing one thats what i used to run i havent driven for a while been sick , i sold all 5 of my big trucks in july was going to do hotshot but lost my cdl for now medical well see what happens

 

Hate to hear that......hope you get better!

 

Im having fun getting in my wifes way. Any way long day and have to get up early tomorrow a guy is coming by from tucson to look at my 2012 f350 king ranch dually diesel and trailer

 

"It was a dark and stormy night. The sea, whipped up into a seething, roiling mass, pounded mercilessly across the base of the cliff upon which sat the old stone house. Deep in the basement, Sammy Sebeeyer was hastily trying to fabricate a crude transmitter to send his location and plight to SWLrs on the mainland, 15 miles away. He had no working microphone, but was able to scrub enough corrosion out of the microphone jack on his trusty Lafayette Comstat 25 to keep it from shorting. He knew the final was shot, but was able to match the driver tube's output to the antenna coupling circuit and get a #47 pilot lamp to glow passably. A simple dipole he'd made from a 9-foot extension cord, with the receptacle end snipped off and the ends separated, were strung so they hung from an upper floor window to near the ground. Sammy took his ancient Lafayette to the second floor and made a 12-volt DC harness from the 117-VAC connector, and hooked it to the two 6V lantern batteries he had in his long-neglected emergency kit. The tubes came to life, as evidenced by the glow of the filaments through the tops of the tube envelopes. He'd removed the receiver's tubes to save energy. He took the loose toggle switch he'd been thinking of throwing away and wired it across the PTT and ground pins in the mic connector.
With a 23-channel rig, he had no likely way to put the radio onto a channel where people would have their BFOs engaged, but he remembered folks using 16 LSB for SSB for years in the 23-channel-only days.
With bated breath, he dialed up Ch 16 and heard a conversation. Calming his nerves, he began flipping the sloppy toggle switch to simulate a Morse key: did-dit-dit dah-dah-dah dit-dit-dit, over and over seven or eight times -- he lost count -- and then gave his location as Eel Island. He repeated it 3 times, then followed with "top of hill on E side".
He quickly reinstalled the receive tubes, and was rewarded with one of the people in the conversation noticing his signal. The other station said he didn't copy Morse, but *did* recognize the universal SOS signal. Another in the group said he *did* know Morse, and asked the sender to try again.
Sammy gave the same info again, but the tubes were losing brightness. He shortened his TX time and put the RX tubes back in. Sammy was elated to hear that one of the people he'd interrupted had copied Sammy's plight and location. "We'll call the......" and the radio finally died; the batteries were depleted.
As the wind howled even louder than before, Sammy was left to wonder if he'd ever see daylight or another human again........"

p.s. Sorry for the bandwidth/apparent spam. I couldn't resist.

 

I will assume all lived happily ever after!!!

 

Well, you said "novel", so I thought I'd go for it

 

Well mike sold my f350 today for 3000 more than i wanted pretty good day now if i can sell my trl things will be golden