After leaving the Coast Guard, my dad drove truck the better part of his life till retiring. The C/B was a part of my life and all the coolness that came with it.
There was an etiquette, a protocol if you will, but a free willed manner of speak just the same.
A young boy I, had so many memories riding shotgun in the Cab of the truck and hearing the talk and sharing conversations. It didn't end there. We had C/B in the pick up, on the Boat, Hell in the house. It was cool. Today, don't even waste your breath. It would be an insult to most to have to deal with such medieval gadgetry.
Before my father sold his last truck, he had me take the C/B out of it. It is still somewhere in his house. Maybe I should blow the dust of it one day and see if it'll still fire up.
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