For some reason, that CB rig reminded me of some lyrics that were posted on USENET back in the 90s. I found them funny. So I present them here for you...
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Sang to the tune of The Highwayman                       Written By M.F. Luder
                       I was a codeless "ham"
                       Along the coach roads i did ride
                       With dual band HT by my side
                       Many a young maid ran from my tirades,
                       Many a repeater contact I had made
                       The League grandfathered me in the spring of o-one
                       But still I want more, my whinings never done

                       I was a sailor,
                       I was born upon the tide
                       On 14325 did i abide
                       I sailed a schooner 'round the horn to mexico
                       I went aloft to furl the Outbacker in a blow
                       And when the mast broke off,
                       They said that my signal was killed
                       But i am living still

                       I was a damn CBer
                       Across the South deep and wide
                       Where shooting skip was my only pride
                       A place called New Orleans on the Mississippi low
                       I bought an amp that would let me bellow
                       They DF'd me by listening for the crackling sound
                       But i am still around
                       I'll always be around and around and around...

                       I'll talk on 10 meters
                       'Cross the Continental divide
                       And when i reach the other side,
                       I'll find a place to rest my Budweiser in a can
                       Perhaps i may become a highwayman again
                       Or i may simply be a single jamming pain
                       But i will remain
                       And i'll shoot skip again and again and again...