Radio Rambos

I used to get those guys upset and when they'd ask me "Where are you driver?"
If I was southbound, I'd answer , "I'm northbound and pulling into the next rest area."

 

Simple solution to Radio Rambos? Don't feed them. Every radio I've ever seen has a power/volume knob. Turn it counter-clockwise until it clicks...problem solved.

 

My best friends dad passed a while back but he was a legend in his own mind. Dirty harry, rambo and john wayne all wrapped in one. He had an excuse for not going in the military, not going to vietnam, not this not that. Had more huge guns and knives than any man should.. Not that he wasnt bold.. But it was a lot of posturing once he quit drinkin and drugging. Always started trouble then stiff legged and eased off.

Anyway he had a huge high power base station in the cellar, 50ft antenna. Loved smokey and the bandit. Would talk CB all the time but never once drove truck. but could he troll. He was trollin before it was invented. Loved making people flip out on the radio.

We were teenagers messin with him one day.. Called up the diceman from out in the driveway on his truck CB. Had him foaming at the mouth mad. Hes like whats your 20 MF'r ill kill you. His son says "wall to wall.. Im outside your house!" in this fake mexican/arab voice. Old man was a nostril flaring racist.

We bolted after that and he comes blasting out of the house, jumps in the truck and chases some poor guy down who happens to be driving away. Nothing happened but we gave that sport up pretty quick realizing how bad it could turn.

 

At the time, I had a voice synthesizer over the CB mic and could switch it on and my voice sounded like a sultry woman. Had some fun with that one. Don't know what ever happened to that, but can order them online.

 

Was backing my long hood W900 spread flat into a really bad gate off a busy two lane road in SLC at a receiver once. The yard people refused to help guide me in, and their gate was only about 12’ wide. Took about 5 tries to get in while blocking traffic. Some guy with a radio got on and kept saying how stupid I looked, and had no clue what I was doing. I looked up and down the street after getting through the gate, but didn’t see any trucks. No idea where he was coming from which is probably for the best because I was fuming over the whole thing.