Breaker, breaker 19. meet me in the parking lot you bitch..

Derron · Post by **Derron** » Sun Oct 01, 2006 9:26 pm

Fucking Smokey and the Bandit gone bad here.....

Now I have CB's in all our trucks, mostly we need them to talk to the scales and loaders at the various quarrys we haul from... and I get a kick out of the trash these guys talk at each other...and occasionally participate... but the one dude was running a bilateral linear amplifier, probably pushing about 150 watts VHF out of an antenna 75 feet up in a fir tree at his crib. he was blasting in over evreybodys stereos, and TVs, and this dude was going to put a stop to it...you should have seen the fucking holes in the dudes truck...40 cal or better ..7 of them....

Rack darwin working over time in the U&L this last week....

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Rack Fu · Post by **Rack Fu** » Sun Oct 01, 2006 10:36 pm

The petty things that people are willing to murder over never ceases to amaze me.

Brings back memories of my teenage years when we used to harass truckers over the CB. You could work most of those guys into a lather within minutes. I have no doubt that most of them would have physically assaulted us if they got their hands on us. I always liked the "we're triangulating your position" threat. Usually followed by one of us saying "you couldn't triangulate the location of your wife's pussy with a divining rod and a compass."

Good times...

Mikey · Post by **Mikey** » Sun Oct 01, 2006 10:39 pm

I've been known to kill over fucking pop-up ads.

Y2K · Post by **Y2K** » Sun Oct 01, 2006 11:04 pm

I once had a modified 120 channel President Grant with an Outcom 350 linear amp.

Thank God the whole unit was in the shop when the FCC guys showed up at my house.

The Feds had trouble tracking me down because the radio maxed out their tracking unit for miles around.

good times indeed.

Derron · Post by **Derron** » Mon Oct 02, 2006 12:12 am

Rack Fu wrote:The petty things that people are willing to murder over never ceases to amaze me.

Brings back memories of my teenage years when we used to harass truckers over the CB. You could work most of those guys into a lather within minutes. I have no doubt that most of them would have physically assaulted us if they got their hands on us. I always liked the "we're triangulating your position" threat. Usually followed by one of us saying "you couldn't triangulate the location of your wife's pussy with a divining rod and a compass."

Good times...

We used to go sit on a hill out of town in this guys rig and run trash on the local necks with a 150 watt amp. We could blast that shit about 75 miles out of a 102 inch whip up at about 1100 feet altitude. These dudes too would be frothing after we fucked with them for a while. They would tell us to met them at the local shopping center to have it out with them.

We would swap cars, do a drive by and then go back to the hill and tell them what they were driving, and that the dude in the leather jacket probably sucked off the tall ugly one with the blue tee shirt on. They would just melt, and we would sit there until we passed out fucking with them. But shooting anybody, never really came up.....but it was funny as hell....and the drunker we got, the more fun it became.

Husker4ever · Post by **Husker4ever** » Mon Oct 02, 2006 5:05 am

Funny stuff

We never messed with truckers on the CB, but one thing a friend and I did was mess with the drivers and dispatchers at a local sand and gravel company. We ran video cameras at a local horsetrack for closed circuit broadcasting of the horse races. We were 65 feet up in towers at opposite ends of the track and naturally got bored between races.

We were issued motorola two-way radios to be used for communicating with each other, other cameramen, and the control room. Apparantly, we were on the same frequency as the drivers and dispatchers of that sand and gravel company. After a couple of weeks of listening to their communications, we got to know the names and voices of said drivers and dispatchers. In boredom we would imitate their voices and say all kinds of stupid shit.

Me imitating a dispatcher's voice: "Bob, you get that load of cobble rock yet?"

My friend Chris imitating Bob: "No" "I'm jerking off over by the north pit"

After a few moments of deafening silence, they would catch on and start threatening over the radio to contact the FCC.

good times because we eventually had half the crew participating and the others about pissed themselves listening to it.