Looking at this picture, you might think that I would write a post about Dad, my Hee Haw bib overalls, or the family garden. (After all, we were on a vegetable theme on Thursday) However, that’s just not the way my mind works. When I looked at this picture, one of the things I noticed is that we’re sitting on the hood of my dad’s Ford Courier.
Those of us who lived through the 70’s no doubt remember the movies Smoky and the Bandit, Convoy, and the whole trucker craze. It cracks me up to even type that, because only in the 70’s could truckin’ have been glamorous. I’m pretty sure that unlike other things that eventually come back into the realm of cool, truckin’ won’t. Now, I’m not hatin’ on truck drivers. However, the one thing that really made this whole thing a big deal back then was the CB radio. Everybody and their mama had a CB, including my dad and his Ford Courier. Why? Well, because it was cool, that’s why. I mean, we probably weren’t going to need to find out where the smokies were on our way to the dump. But, doggone it, we had our CB just in case.
But CB’s were cool, and truckers had cool handles like Rubber Duck and Spider Mike, and they said stuff like, “Breaker 1-9, Pig Pen, got yer ears on?” Plus, having a CB meant that you could (*gasp*) actually talk to people in other vehicles! Within a certain distance, of course. These days, that’s no big deal at all. Shoot, you can talk to people in other vehicles on other continents if you want to—courtesy of the cell phone.
So, I’m afraid that trucker culture probably won’t be coming back in vogue. But the CB radio, like Hee Haw and my dad’s Ford Courier, will always be loved here at the flashback. So the next time you call me, feel free to use a trucker handle, like Big Nasty or Widow Woman, and I’ll say, “What’s yer twenty?”