The Relationship Between Squelch and RF Gain

Sounds like you need a Fine Tune Radio RX/TX alignment. Best bring a bag full of pound sterling.

 

Brockway. N14. Two turbos.

HA.

In my day I ran those Las Cruces loads at 120 mph against a blown 3406 Kitty in a Volvo E intergrated sleeper with a twin stick eighteen-over-under-double-under with a two-speed rear. Barefoot across the desert both ways. Just had to keep an eye on Mr Pyrometer to keep from grenading that poor kitty.

One time I spun a bearing and fashioned a new one out of some of that liver plate.
You could wrench on the old iron with various condiments for a sunrise delivery. Not like the dumbed down and casterated plastic crap today. Ugh.

That liver fix lasted all the way back to Emlenton. He he he.

 

"Wanna go rock/paper/scissors to see who starts CPR?"

"Naw, I'm good with leaving him lie"......

 

The only time I ever needed an attorney was with the FCC saying I violated the 155.3 mile transmission limit. Back then they were traversing the land as the crow flies and measured it to 155.3 miles and two inches. What they didn’t account for was antenna flex in the wind which put me just within the range. I used Johnny Cochran.

If the antenna didn’t illegally transmit, you must acquit.

 

Johnny Cochran was good but I used Jackie Chiles

 

I’ll be honest, I got a FCC Smokey report telling me he was there. When he pulled me over I had already discarded the coax. He couldn’t figure out which antenna it was so he let me go.

 

Is that antenna car ok to drive thru a car wash?

 

I made that mistake once. Ended up filling 76 holes with bondo. I went strictly touchless car wash after that.

 

Bondo. The story that follows is true: I worked at Dynatron Bondo way before they were acquired by 3M. We had a young fellow who liked to stay out in the bars until the wee hours, and one morning he came straight in to work from the club. As he was making his rounds thru the mixing room, he staggered back and tried to catch himself but he lost half a finger in a running sprocket chain and the finger went into the batch of lightweight putty. The finger was never recovered and the batch was put into gallon cans and shipped. Somewhere out there is a car with a ground-up finger on the quarter panel. Or maybe in antenna holes

 

Naw, that was Rabbi trying to make his usual 300 mile local contact. He just wasn’t parked in his usual hotspot.