I had a CB in my first truck. My grandfather and I rigged up an antennae that could reach out from Greenup County to Sandy Hook an a clear night. I would sit in my driveway for hours talking to truckers and people with base stations. I still put one in just about all of my vehicles today.

Ah man, the vertibird!!! I remember the one year that is all I wanted to Christmas. I went all morning and opened everything, and no helicopter. Then that afternoon, alll the sudden someone said, hey, what is this present behind the couch??? Well, it was my bird. Think I played with that darn thing for 24 hours straight!! Thanks for reminding me of it.

Just like on A Christmas Story. :thumb:

Just like on A Christmas Story. :thumb:

 

Yep - - exactly

I don't think so.

 

My brother got me hooked on CB's somewhere around 1976. He had a huge antenna stuck to the house outside our room. We used to have particular channels where we would "gather" each night with a group of regulars. It was very much like BGP. You could talk about anything, but you had certain boundaries, and conventions to follow. My brother's handle was "Cold Cut" and mine was "Speed Buggy." Toward the end of the fad, a really nice man left all of his base station equipment to me in his will. I had an awesome set-up, with a stick mike, a mobile...and a linear.

A Screeming Eagle was a brand of microphone. When the operator would key down, everybody on their channel, within range, would hear a squeal. It was pretty distinctive. Annoying, too.

A Screeming Eagle was a brand of microphone. When the operator would key down, everybody on their channel, within range, would hear a squeal. It was pretty distinctive. Annoying, too.

What, was it boosted or something?

I had all the following at one time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Attending Knothole baseball games at old Crosley Field and thinking in 1970 when Riverfront stadium opened, that Cincinnati would never have a nicer place to watch a football game nor a baseball game.

 

Riding our bikes down Route 8 and then taking the Anderson Ferry over the river to Cincinnati and then crossing back into Kentucky via the Southern Rail Road Bridge.

 

Building rafts to ride down the Ohio River to the Mississippi but never quite getting it done. Public or private swimming pools not me and my friends! The Ohio River was the old swimming hole!

 

Being to hot to sleep at home and instead sleeping on the banks of the Ohio with a huge bonfire, and getting such a kick out of seeing the Delta Queen go by at night.

 

So many things I did as a kid, that today (and that includes me) I wouldn't dare allow a child to do. Really a shame that today's kids will never know the fun and enjoyment and the freedom that we of my age enjoyed in being just kids.

I had all the following at one time.

I had all of those too. Evel Knievel was my all-time favorite. Have to admit, I also had Big Jim and his camper. That was another favorite -- even though he was sort of an effeminate G.I. Joe.

What, was it boosted or something?

It was a form of feedback that was considered a fault in the the predecessor of the Screaming Eagle. However, the squeal became so popular, that the manufacture renamed the microphone, and marketed the feedback. Somethings never change.

When you pick up an old Sci-Fi book by Ray Bradbury,Robert Heinlein,Isaac Asimov,Phillip Wylie or one of the Edgar Rice Burroughs Venus and Mars books and remember what is was to.......dream.

My grandmothers number was actually BR-549

Ok, that was a little bit further back...

CB radios? Breaker, breaker 19. (Before 1974 or 75 the trucker channel was channel 11 and there were only 23 channels.) "Keep the sunny side up and the greasy side down. This is the swamprat in the Idiot Junction Control Rocket Car. We're 10-10 and on the side." And that, my friends, is where my alias, swamprat, comes from.

 

BTW, the Idiot Junction Control Rocket Car was a 1970 AMC Hornet with a Torque Command 199 straight 6 under the hood. She'd go 105 mph down hill with a tail wind and two heavy guys in it rocking back and forth. Had a quadraphonic 8-Track in it, too.

 

The Idiot Junction Control was my father's base station. We ran a 500 KW linear amp output to a set of Moon Raker IVs on a 50ft tower. Compensate, compensate.

 

When I was growing up, my neighbor had a cb. He made up handles for me and my sisters. My handle was Jabberjaws.

Who remembers the game Bas-Ket?

How many times did you get hit in the eye by the Vertibird or get burned by an SSP racer? :lol:

Definitely got burned a few times by the SSP. :lol:

 

Here's an old commercial for the SSP.

 

 

 

I had the Scorpion, Ram Jet and a few earlier models. Loved those things!

 

I had this awesome set as well!

 

Anybody else have one of these?