Ten-Four Good Buddy

Last week, I got a call from Shaun asking me to guess where he was.  (Am I the only one in the world that can’t stand that game?)  After several half-hearted guesses such as Texas, the moon and the North Pole, my Beloved impatiently informed me that he was about an hour away getting a CB Radio installed.  Oh joy.

He had been talking about getting one for a while.  Shaun has been certain that someday he would be off-roading and would somehow manage to get himself into a tight spot requiring assistance.  He scoffed at my suggestion of simply using his cell phone as there often isn’t service in the far off places he liked to go to.   (And people with CBs hang out in these remote areas?)

While Shaun day dreamed and did research to find his perfect CB, I thought back to the days when my dad decided he needed a CB radio.  I can still remember the day he came home with a huge ugly black antenna jutting out from the middle of our gold Pinto’s roof.   As if that was bad enough, my teenage self nearly died with embarrassment when Dad started talking to truckers on the interstate using the “Trucker Jargon” he had memorized from the little booklet that came with his CB.  Yes, there is a good possiblity that I have been scared for life.

On Sunday afternoon, we went for a little family drive in the Jeep.  We were actually headed down to the Point Defiance Zoo when traffic all of a sudden came to a halt. Shaun beamed at the opportunity to find out what was going on with his new CB.  He searched for a certain channel and held the mike in his hand.  Despite the urgings of our children, (They are getting pretty imune to embarrassment) he was still not quite ready to actually talk to anyone yet.  So we listened to a lot  of chatter about the mess on the freeway with someone speculating that there was a fatality.  (Thankfully, there wasn’t)  Then we got to hear two RV-ers chat about where they would stay for the night.  Then, for a very special treat, someone, in his boredom started cleaning off his dashboard and telling about everything he found on it.  (Now that’s entertainment!)

It wasn’t until we got home later that evening that I was able to find out about the three accidents that had closed down the freeway for hours.  (Thankfully we missed most of that).   Shaun’s new Pride and Joy may not have been the wealth of information that he we thought it would be, but it certainly did keep us entertained. 

I just hope Shaun doesn’t manage to find the little booklet about trucker jargon booklet that I may have hidden from him accidentaly misplaced…


Bit O Life

It had gotten to late to go to the zoo, but a Logger Museum was still open.  Logs and Trains? Of course we had to go!

trainride Mr. conductor

train1 train2

Mr. Conductor (photo by Shaun) was quite the character. Nature is taking back the logging machinery.  It was pretty amazing to see all about the logging industry that drove the PNW.

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0 Responses to Ten-Four Good Buddy

  1. Becca says:

    Girl J got a CB from her son. She was just listening to the chatter when she suddenly realized that the truckers were talking about a hot babe in a car. And it was her! If I remember right she made a shout out to the truckers who of course were stunned speechless.

    Trains and logs – very cool.

  2. JennieBoo says:

    How fun! The pics look great! I’d love to see some logs and “the Hubby” lovess trains!

    My uncle had a CB in his truck with the “barefoot” accelerator and the horn that blew the Alabama fight song. SO 70’s!

    Over and out….keep on truckin’!

  3. awriterinthedesert says:

    The Logger Museum must have been very cool, and Mr. Conductor looks like he’s livin’ the dream. Good for him.

  4. Jay says:

    When I was a kid we had a CB in mom’s car. It was long before cell phones so it gave her some comfort when we traveled anywhere to know she could call for help on it if needed.

    There were a lot of people who had them in their homes too.

    Oh and I still know all the words to “Convoy” by C.W. McCall. LOL

  5. Lisa's Chaos says:

    When I was a kid my dad was a trucker so we had cb’s everywhere. 🙂 I thought they were great fun. I was Lil Bluebird. 🙂

  6. wolfbaby says:

    *laughs softly* been there done that you should see my family with there CB’s

    gotta love my redneck familie;)

  7. Susan says:

    Becca~That is SO funny!

    JennieBoo~But did he have a confederate flag painted on his hood???

    Writer~Mr. Conductor has been volunteering at this for 17 years. He was something else. (He does the Santa Train in December too)

    Jay~There is someone in our neighborhood that has a ham radio. Shaun really wants one of those ugly anteneas on our roof as well. Uh…no.

    Lisa~that’s so cute. I guess it’s different when you grow up with it.

    Wolfie~I just thought that was the redneck spelling!

  8. tommiea says:

    How fun! We used walkie talkies on a multi-car road trip recently…quite fun. We even made up ‘trucker’ names.

  9. Pavel says:

    I always wanted a walkie talkie when I was a little boy. Sigh…

    10-4 good budy!

  10. Lynne says:

    breaker, breaker …
    can we expect to see you all starring the remake of “Convoy?”

    I hadn’t thought about CB radios for ages. We used to have one when we did a lot of 4-wheeling in the mountains back in the early 80s.

  11. Karina says:

    OMG, my parents had a CB when we were growing up. My uncle had one too, and we used to drive up to the white mountains, in our respective cars, and talk to each other. Way before cell phones my cousins and I thought it was “so cool” to do that.

    Oh yeah, and we used to mess with the truckers too…you just brought back so many memories with this post!

  12. Tink says:

    My Dad had a CB. He used it ALL THE TIME. We even had our own names. He was “Puddle Jumper.” I was “Peaches.” I would beg him to turn on the radio. So he bought me a headset.

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