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That's a big 10-4, good buddy

Seth is wondering if blogging is the next CB Radio.

My Dad owned a truck stop during the CB radio/trucking fad, so I can definitively say that CB's weren't just a toy for the professional trucker. They served a vital communications role in the pre-cell phone days of the 70's. They may have been a fad for everyone whose knowledge of trucking was limited to listening to "Convoy" and watching "Smokey and the Bandit", but for those who realized their usefulness, they were invaluable.

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“That's a big 10-4, good buddy”