Vanessa; The silver rod was always illegal....and the five eights wave one I used was VERY illegal. As for the good old thunderpole 2, I used that when I first started as a breaker. I had quite a collection of rigs; my first was a Maxcom 30 with chat back talking channel changer. I moved up to an Audioline, then the Cobra 148. My handset was a Realistic, with optional external mike, and that set saw some travelling, I can tell you. Anywher I went, it went. One of my best memories of that walkie talkie was standing on the beach at Rhylle during a Boys' Brigade camp - I was an officer - and catching the skip, talking to a Euro-trucker in Romania; with a QSL card back to prove it! Some of my radio ham friends didn't talk to me for a month after I showed them the card: the skip just didn't run on their bands. I, on the other hand, walked about like Carol in a chocolate factory.... Sorry, Carol! -----Original Message----- From: vanessa - Email Address: qwerty1234567a@xxxxxxxxx Sent On: 21/06/2012 09:36 Sent To: GUIDE CHAT - Email Address: guide.chat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Subject: [guide.chat] In Reply To: [guide.chat] jim i used to collect q s l cards too, some were quite exquisite, used to raise money for charities and fund raising, was the silver rod made illegal or was it another one, yes remember the skip and the shhhh shhh squelch noise, the winds up to was amazing. vanessa. -----Original Message----- From: James Liddell - Email Address: james.liddell2@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Sent On: 20/06/2012 11:38 Sent To: vanessa, GUIDE CHAT - Email Address: qwerty1234567a@xxxxxxxxx, guide.chat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Subject: In Reply To: [guide.chat] In Reply To: [guide.chat] c b My twig was a silver rod. It's about this time of year that I really miss the rig - I used to love Q.S.L-ing when the skip was running, and getting cards back as confirmation. The best contact I ever had with a totally legal rig was Surinam in Central America. Using the other box, I was nattering with Stateside and Canadian breakers almost daily, and we were always fed up when 'local' skip from France, Holland, Germany and Spain broke it up! When I moved house, I junked almost two thousand Q.S.L cards. My bedroom wall was plastered with them. OK, I couldn't read them, but I could boast about them. We had a huge CB club at one time, with over two hundred members. Not bad for a rural area of Ayrshire. -----Original Message----- From: vanessa - Email Address: qwerty1234567a@xxxxxxxxx Sent On: 20/06/2012 09:58 Sent To: GUIDE CHAT - Email Address: guide.chat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Subject: [guide.chat] In Reply To: [guide.chat] c b Thats a 10 4 good buddy, echo power mikes the were best, had a firestick, thunderpole, used to have tin foil all over those long child safety guards, biscuit tin with hole in the bottom for the coax to go through. vanessa. -----Original Message----- From: James Liddell - Email Address: james.liddell2@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Sent On: 19/06/2012 22:48 Sent To: vanessa, GUIDE CHAT - Email Address: qwerty1234567a@xxxxxxxxx, guide.chat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Subject: In Reply To: [guide.chat] lyric for ratchetjaw c b song Ah, that brings back memories. If we were on a legal ticket, we were only pushing four watts, and only allowed to use forty channels - though that number was doubled later on. Some of us ( cough cough cough ) had more than that....420 channels and sidebands pushing five hundred watts maximum if we really needed to! I remember Mafia One, a really deep voiced breaker, who used an echo power mike, pushing a fair whack through his twig (Ariel) One Sunday morning, in the local chapel, the priest was about to celebrate mass, when, through the chapel speakers, the following came through... "Breaker 19, breaker 19 for a lumpy jumper, come back..." Talk about the second coming? Does anyone wish a translation? -----Original Message----- From: vanessa - Email Address: qwerty1234567a@xxxxxxxxx Sent On: 19/06/2012 22:09 Sent To: GUIDE CHAT - Email Address: guide.chat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Subject: [guide.chat] lyric for ratchetjaw c b song YEE-HAW! Merciful sakes alive! You wanna be one a' them CBers, you gonna learn how to ratchetjaw! Pay attention now; I'm only gonna explain it to ya once. You gotta go runnin' amuck in a pick-'em-up truck With one a' those fancy sidebands? Get four-on-the-floor and two on the door Get a power mike in yer jaw-hand Prepare to strike when ya key the mike 'Cause ya never know who's a-listenin' Some clown insists on a 10-36 This here's what you give 'im: "Four, good buddy, I made me a study An' I figger it's the dark a' the moon, son It's half-past spring an' a quarter ta fall An' the big hand's a-settin' on noon, son Now if the fish don't bite and the almanac's right And the groundhog sees his shadow A 10-36 goes tick-tock-tick." And that's what I call ratchetjaw! Gotta git ya a base, out there at yer place With a forty-foot pole on the chimney With a thousand watts in yer flowerpots And a ree-mote line in the biffy If ya feel a twitch when ya throw the switch Ya gonna dim all the lights in Wichita Gonna send out a wave ta make the government rave And this here's whatcha tell 'em all: "Yeah, four, good buddy, yer comin' in cruddy But yer walkin' right through my wall, boy Yer carrier's cool, you makin' me drool You were definitely battin' my ball, boy You hittin' me round about fifteen pound You cut me up like a bandsaw But what the heck, it's just a radio check." And that there's how to ratchetjaw [Woman's voice] Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker. We lookin' for that one Buffalo Roy out there. Buffalo Roy, what's your twenty? Where are you anyway, Buffalo Roy? Are you out there? Come on in there, Buffalo Roy. 10-4. [Man's voice] Lissen, you. Shut up on all them breakers. One breaker's enough. Goddum channel all the time. Can't hear a damn thing anybody's sayin'. Buffalo Roy? That's a dumb handle. Wanna feel some pain? Just turn up yer gain Get a fearful earful a' garbage Ta suppress a belch, just hit yer squelch You can cut out all the carnage You wanna have fun, you son-of-a-guns Just get on the press-ta-talk switch You gonna amuse 'em an' really confuse 'em With a little ol' thing called ratchetjaw Yeah, let them suckers think yer a trucker Say stuff they can't understand, son Just bounce up-an'-down while yer toolin' around Gonna sound like a truck-drivin' man, son Just tell yer beaver that you gonna leave 'er You catch her on the bounce-around If she comes back with a smart-off crack Say "X-Y-L, it's show-an'-tell. We definitely got us to go now. Keep yer pants on honey, hang onto the money Yer X-Y-M's gotta blow now Eighty-eight, thirds, and feed my bird An' all them numbers upon ya all If speed don't kill, then CB will." And that's what I call ratchetjaw [More CB conversations.] Breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, breaker, [repeated almost ad infinitum, punctuated by bouts of laughter] [Man's voice. Begins deep, slowly rising to Shirley and Squirrely squeakiness.] Yeah, 10-4, we got ya, breaker. Come back on that? Say, what kind a'... s'not? some kind a' cotton-pickin'... you puttin' me on, aren't cha? Yeah, you puttin' me on, aren't cha?.............. from Vanessa The Google Girl. my skype name is rainbowstar123 ----- No virus found in this message. Checked by AVG - www.avg.com Version: 10.0.1424 / Virus Database: 2433/5079 - Release Date: 06/19/12 ----- No virus found in this message. Checked by AVG - www.avg.com Version: 10.0.1424 / Virus Database: 2433/5080 - Release Date: 06/19/12 ----- No virus found in this message. Checked by AVG - www.avg.com Version: 10.0.1424 / Virus Database: 2433/5082 - Release Date: 06/20/12