I'm a firm believer that you don't stop living as long as you don't stop learning until you actually stop living, and my artful way of putting it has been quoted countless times in small market newspaper editorials and adult education classes across our great nation. I reminded myself of that after a long haul truck driver made rude implications about my mother's morality following my request for a 10-13.

According to the pamphlet supplied with my CB radio by the Tandy Corp., a 10-13 is a report of road and traffic conditions. Also according to the Tandy Corp., though the FCC requires no formal identification of CB broadcast origin be made, it is customary to use a callsign or nickname when broadcasting. As I am a fan of a number of Burt Reynolds films and "The Dukes of Hazzard," none of this was news to me.

So, while I might have been in the right technically, it didn't do much to soothe the smart the truckers' laughter left. My use of the jargon and the handle "The Cocksman" was seen as antiquated foolishness and it labeled me as a stupid "four wheeler" for miles. It also interrupted what I now understand to be the primary use for CB's among the trucking community: to identify and alert other drivers to cars whose operator is female, buxom, and worthy of public speculation and discourse.

Analogcabin @ 5:17 PM
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