"Did a few pins in the coax in my CB days."
That's why I ran the coax from my basement radio room/shop/man cave to the antenna mounting brackets through steel EMT with an entrance L and cobra cap painted the same color as the siding.
"One guy we particularly disliked we took an old CH14 walkie talkie (14 was the chat channel in my area) and combined it with one of the flashing lights you see on road construction projects."
Ah yes, the old walkie talkie in a tree trick. Our local "KKK" mob got their comeuppances via the constabulary with a little help from me and my girlfriend. I had one of those AM radio/walkie talkie combos that I crystaled up for the channel they hung out on, cross wired the selector switch, and the PTT so it transmitted whatever AM station it was tuned to. Naturally I tuned it to the local soul station, hooked it up to a wall wart, and stashed it behind my girlfriend's dresser, she lived on the second floor back to back with the ringleader's house across the block. He was FURIOUS when all he could hear on his home channel was that n..... station! The fire grew hotter when he and his friends tried to track it down and found it coming from his house, I sat listening to them ROTFLMAO! Then it happened, unable to find it riding around in their cars, one night they took to creeping around in neighbors' yards, naturally they called the cops on the prowlers, they got rounded up and ened up cooling their heels in the local hoosegow. Maybe it was the old lady's doing, but the "Grand Dragon" and a few "Kluxers" weren't heard again.
"All tools in the toolbox, so they have options if needed."
Do they have the most important one of all, a round tuit? There are stories about it, unfortunately all of them too long for here, so you'll have to write your own IF you get a round tuit.
"I have never had an interest in CB. I went from SWLing to my Novice ticket. So I just don’t get it."
You really don't want it, last I heard before I sold out they talked funny, there was too much fighting and one was even shot to death. It was good before it went to hell in a hand basket thanks to Breakit Breakit and The Pukes of Hazmat, for my friends and I it was a radio and antenna school, a stepping stone to Amateur Radio. Last I heard the sharks ate each other in a mass feeding frenzy and it became a beacon band for 10M that often the lights were on but nobody home. When the chicken banders were "shooting Skip" and I'm sure he didn't appreciate it, I tuned up to 10 and called CQ, at least ONE ham was home.
"Which leads to the penultimate question... Who cares?"
We do, it gives us something to talk about besides the same old boring mess... politics. Now that the penultimate question has been answered I'm curious as to what the ULTIMATE question might be... or am I really? Working backward here's the answer, 42.
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