I go by Dirty Lyle.

Is that like a porn name?

General D'oh

Punk Kid.

Apparently in trucker talk punk means you're gay. At least it did in the late 90's.

I had some fun on the CB with that.

I regret to inform that I have no CB handle. I was also under the impression that most folks, with the except of truckers, did not create handles for themselves since shag carpet was in Vans and Convoy was on the big screen.

cooter.

KV

Paladin wrote:I go by Dirty Lyle.

I just got it. Its been a long time since I saw the movie.

My Dad's was Hopalong. He didn't drive a rig, but his best friend did and all his friends had big blocks and CB's in their cars. There was a strong connection with the fire department, the highway department, the police department and the guys who wanted to be in a department.

Rubber Duck?

That's original

Deuce Schnozzle some days. Lemme Winks others.

whitey wrote:That's original

1. I don't have CB.
2. Notice question mark afer name.
3. I loooved that movie so much when I was a kid.

My trail name is Zig (my brother's is Zag, we got it while describing our month-long excursion back and forth across Vermont to some fellow hikers), so I guess that's close enough. Haven't used a CB since I was in elementary school.

mvelimir wrote:

whitey wrote:That's original

1. I don't have CB.
2. Notice question mark afer name.
3. I loooved that movie so much when I was a kid.

Just messing with ya. You wouldn't believe how many truck drivers out here use that handle. Some things are better left in the movies.

My dad uses Wizard and has since like..before I was born. I think he got it from the movie Wizards...But I can't ever be for sure since my dad's stories are a lot like fine wine.

They get better with age.

masonalannz wrote:Punk Kid.

Apparently in trucker talk punk means you're gay. At least it did in the late 90's.

I had some fun on the CB with that.

Punk has the same meaning in prison. Connection?
BTW my handle is Love Machine.

Geez I didn't think people even had cbs anymore just drove along texting.

My overall experience with CB has been vicariously through others. My father had one in his truck (think UPS delivery truck) when I was really little. I don't remember his handle, but I remember it being very handy when negotiating heavy traffic, because you could talk to the truckers up ahead.. Then about the age of 9 to 11 we had a retired cop/military man who lived behind us. He had a 50'+ tower in his back yard; which was about 30-40' behind our entertainment center, and about 15' from my father's amateur recording studio. I'm not sure what exactly he had hooked up to that thing, but it could be heard over every electronic device we had in the house. It was not uncommon for my father to get absolutely nothing recorded in a day when our neighbor was feeling chatty, as these conversations would even come through in recordings ('80s).

More recently, all of the tour bus drivers I've ridden with, except one, has used a CB to communicate with other drivers in our company and the outside world while driving. There was one guy who looking back was a lot like an internet troll. He'd get on the radio and just get into random arguments with other drivers regardless of his actual feelings. For hours! I've spent and enjoyed many an hour sitting at the front of the bus with drivers, smoking cigarettes, and bs'ing. Oh, and occasionally listening to their CB conversations.


I hope you don't think any less of me, but I actually like truck stop 'diners'.

ETA: I'd probably just use my old Rainbow name. Mushroom Cloud.

AmirMortal wrote:My overall experience with CB has been vicariously through others. My father had one in his truck (think UPS delivery truck) when I was really little. I don't remember his handle, but I remember it being very handy when negotiating heavy traffic, because you could talk to the truckers up ahead.. Then about the age of 9 to 11 we had a retired cop/military man who lived behind us. He had a 50'+ tower in his back yard; which was about 30-40' behind our entertainment center, and about 15' from my father's amateur recording studio. I'm not sure what exactly he had hooked up to that thing, but it could be heard over every electronic device we had in the house. It was not uncommon for my father to get absolutely nothing recorded in a day when our neighbor was feeling chatty, as these conversations would even come through in recordings ('80s).

More recently, all of the tour bus drivers I've ridden with, except one, has used a CB to communicate with other drivers in our company and the outside world while driving. There was one guy who looking back was a lot like an internet troll. He'd get on the radio and just get into random arguments with other drivers regardless of his actual feelings. For hours! I've spent and enjoyed many an hour sitting at the front of the bus with drivers, smoking cigarettes, and bs'ing. Oh, and occasionally listening to their CB conversations.


I hope you don't think any less of me, but I actually like truck stop 'diners'.

ETA: I'd probably just use my old Rainbow name. Mushroom Cloud.

My dad is a trucker, and he gets into random arguments just to keep himself amused. Evidently the books on tape get a bit boring after the third or fourth time through. He also likes to screw with other truckers in the diners while they're shooting the shit and eating.

For instance, my dear old daddy had cancer a few years ago (clean bill of health six years). He had bladder cancer polyps, and one of his kidneys was cancerous, and an adrenall gland (But not on the same side as the kidney which is evidently weird). When he got his kidney removed, the doctor used basically medical super glue to seal the opening.

During a late night in a diner, my dad convinced a couple fellow truckers that he had been abducted by aliens, they had taken his kidney, and then they melted his skin shut. And since the scar from the surgery kinda looked melted due to the way it healed around the super glue stuff...it looked legit. My dad evidently had them eating out of the palm of his hand with this story.

Oh that is awesome! That's how my sense of humor works too. I work in theatre, and many years ago I also worked the overnight shift at a Denny's. A few of my friends from the theatre came into the restaurant one night very inebriated, and due to the fact that I never wore a name tag with my actual name, I managed to convince the group that I was in fact my own twin brother-Gunter. They tipped well, and mentioned their run-in with Gunter to me the next day at work. Rinse and repeat for many drunken nights they came stumbling into the 24hr joint. ...I seriously had them going for real for almost a year! Then one night another waiter called me by name, thus destroying my fun. They gave me shit about that for years, and we all laughed a good belly laugh. .