CB radios became popular back then, to watch for cops when the speed limit was dropped to 55 MPH.
White men wrote all of the trucking songs
I’ve been from Tucson to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonapah
Driven every kind of rig that’s ever been made
Driven the back roads so I wouldn’t get weighed
And if you give me weed, whites and wine
And you show me a sign
I’ll be willin’, to be movin’
It was kind of a fun time...I remember coming home on leave and driving around with friends who had CB radios in their cars...there was something wonderfully orderly and mysterious at the same time about it.
We had one girl, I had no idea who she was, who had a CB handle that really piqued my interest...it was “Double L”, a play on her initials. For a young man, hearing that disembodied voice issuing from her home CB station, and having never met her (others knew who she was and where she lived, but...driving by the house late at night in a car full of teenagers was the closest I ever got to meeting her.
I felt a bit like Richard Dreyfuss’ character in American Graffiti who was enamoured with Suzanne Somers in her White Thunderbird...:)