Wednesday, Feb 11, 2015 at 22:18
I remember two incidences with CB radio when I was
young (er) and foolish. Both incidences in the early 1990's, the first was
mine, the second not
mine but was real.
1. Quite a few obviously very
young (pre teen) kids mouthing off at all and sundry for a couple of evenings. I took a drive in my car, which was an '86 Magna Elite (very invisible car at the time, who drives a retirement car at age 25?) to where I suspected they were parked. Yep, there they were in Dad's mini-bus. So I turned off the lights and parked at the end of the street. "We're gonna
rock your roof!" Oh are you now, kids? "We're gonna break your windows!" Is that right, kids? "We're gonna rape your cat!" So I plugged in the 100 watt shooting spotty I had with me and pointed it at them. Why don't you come down here and say that, kids? I've never seen four kids exit a car and run inside faster!
2. There was a
well known CB troublemaker in my area. Very much an adult, but not grown up! He also, conveniently, had a quarter wave ground plane antenna, very easy to see. So it didn't take too long to find his address. In this modern time of internet we'd probably just spam his name and address to every Nigerian bank in existance. But back then someone waited until he'd gone out and then cut his coax at the window and at the antenna, then mailed it to him a foot at a time. Funnily enough he was much calmer after he bought new coax, and a new radio after he fried his finals.
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