Highway to Hell: Special Feature: CB Translation from "Burn in Hell"
I actually pulled out my 1976 CB Dictionary to do the little crazy conversation between Monte and Rickey in "Burn in Hell". Seeing that it was from ’76 I’m in no way saying this is how truckers talk, but I still thought it was funny and after I wrote it I figured some of you may be just as lost as Dean was. So, I figured I’d offer up a little translation, in case you didn’t understand…just for shits and giggles. :)
“This is Monte looking for a bear report at mile marker 135,” she spoke into the mic.
“This is Monte asking if there are any cops in the area of mile marker 135,” she spoke into the mic.
“Bear report?” Dean asked with a chuckle.
“Shut up,” she chuckled.
“Monte? As in Monte Lyman?!” crackled over the speaker. “Good god goldilocks this is Rickey!”
“Monte? As in Monte Lyman?!” crackled over the speaker. “Good god *goldilocks is a friendly term referring to a woman driver or CBer* this is Rickey!”
“Sweet lord, how you doing Rick?! Where you at?”
“A few miles ahead of you, you put the hammer down and I’m sure you can catch up. Just look for a K-whopper portable parking lot.”
“A few miles ahead of you, you floor it and I’m sure you can catch up. Just look for a Kenworth car trailer.”
Dean was absolutely lost.
“Damn Rickey, you still driving that iron?”
“Damn Rickey, you still driving that old truck?”
Rickey chuckled, “Naw, this is a new cowboy truck pajama wagon.”
Rickey chuckled, “Naw, this is a new chrome covered sleeper cab.”
“Pajama wagon?” Dean whispered to himself.
“How ‘bout that kojak report?”
“How ‘bout that cop report?”
“There’s a hemorrhoid with a Polaroid at mile 285 but other than that it’s a clean shot.”
“There’s a trooper with a radar gun at mile 285 but other than that it’s all clear.”
Monte heard Dean snort with laughter off her side and rolled her eyes.
“Where you headed Rick?”
“Just made a drop at Meridian, headed to Aiken, South Carolina. You?”
“Nowhere…just riding. Got a green apple beside me and a rider.”
“Nowhere…just riding. Got an inexperienced CBer beside me and a car behind me *or in this case Sam in the Impala was actually in front* that doesn’t have a CB.”
“You been to the home port recently?”
“You been home recently?”
“Yea, Kevin’s dead Rick.”
“Sorry sweetheart.”
“Listen, how ‘bout I watch your back door, we’ll probably need some motion lotion by Monkey Town, if you can last that long, we can stop at a cook shack and take a break.”
“Listen, how ‘bout I ride behind you, we’ll probably need some gas by Montgomery, if you can last that long, we can stop at a truck stop and take a break.”
Dean’s eyes widened when he heard motion lotion. “What the…”
“Why’s that honey? You got a dress for sale?”
“Why’s that honey? You prostituting?”
Monte laughed, “Go abuse it Rickey, you know damn well I ain’t no pavement princess.”
“Go masturbate *just friendly conversation lol* Rickey, you know damn well I ain’t no hooker.”
Rickey laughed over the speaker, “Yea, yea, well luckily I’m hauling postholes so I can make Monkey Town no problem, I’ll see ya then sweet thing, and I’ll let ya know if I see any boogie men.”
Rickey laughed over the speaker, “Yea, yea, well luckily I have an empty trailer so I can make Montgomery no problem, I’ll see ya then sweet thing and I’ll let you know if I see any cops.”
“Thanks Rick, eighty eights.”
“Thanks Rick, love and kisses.”
“Eighty eights hun.”
“Love and kisses hun.”
She replaced the mic on the CB and leaned back in her seat, passing Sam and calling him on his cell phone.
“What’s up?”
“I got a buddy in a semi up head, just follow me, we’re gonna tail him for a while.”
Sam wondered why but just said alright and followed her.
Dean sat in silence for a second. “Sooo…you mind telling me what the hell was just said?”
Monte laughed, “Rickey’s an old friend of my dad’s, practically an uncle, he hauls cars for a living, we’re gonna tail him to Montgomery and then stop for a break.”
“And you couldn’t say that in English?”
Monte laughed as she pulled up behind Rickey’s rig.
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“This is Monte looking for a bear report at mile marker 135,” she spoke into the mic.
“This is Monte asking if there are any cops in the area of mile marker 135,” she spoke into the mic.
“Bear report?” Dean asked with a chuckle.
“Shut up,” she chuckled.
“Monte? As in Monte Lyman?!” crackled over the speaker. “Good god goldilocks this is Rickey!”
“Monte? As in Monte Lyman?!” crackled over the speaker. “Good god *goldilocks is a friendly term referring to a woman driver or CBer* this is Rickey!”
“Sweet lord, how you doing Rick?! Where you at?”
“A few miles ahead of you, you put the hammer down and I’m sure you can catch up. Just look for a K-whopper portable parking lot.”
“A few miles ahead of you, you floor it and I’m sure you can catch up. Just look for a Kenworth car trailer.”
Dean was absolutely lost.
“Damn Rickey, you still driving that iron?”
“Damn Rickey, you still driving that old truck?”
Rickey chuckled, “Naw, this is a new cowboy truck pajama wagon.”
Rickey chuckled, “Naw, this is a new chrome covered sleeper cab.”
“Pajama wagon?” Dean whispered to himself.
“How ‘bout that kojak report?”
“How ‘bout that cop report?”
“There’s a hemorrhoid with a Polaroid at mile 285 but other than that it’s a clean shot.”
“There’s a trooper with a radar gun at mile 285 but other than that it’s all clear.”
Monte heard Dean snort with laughter off her side and rolled her eyes.
“Where you headed Rick?”
“Just made a drop at Meridian, headed to Aiken, South Carolina. You?”
“Nowhere…just riding. Got a green apple beside me and a rider.”
“Nowhere…just riding. Got an inexperienced CBer beside me and a car behind me *or in this case Sam in the Impala was actually in front* that doesn’t have a CB.”
“You been to the home port recently?”
“You been home recently?”
“Yea, Kevin’s dead Rick.”
“Sorry sweetheart.”
“Listen, how ‘bout I watch your back door, we’ll probably need some motion lotion by Monkey Town, if you can last that long, we can stop at a cook shack and take a break.”
“Listen, how ‘bout I ride behind you, we’ll probably need some gas by Montgomery, if you can last that long, we can stop at a truck stop and take a break.”
Dean’s eyes widened when he heard motion lotion. “What the…”
“Why’s that honey? You got a dress for sale?”
“Why’s that honey? You prostituting?”
Monte laughed, “Go abuse it Rickey, you know damn well I ain’t no pavement princess.”
“Go masturbate *just friendly conversation lol* Rickey, you know damn well I ain’t no hooker.”
Rickey laughed over the speaker, “Yea, yea, well luckily I’m hauling postholes so I can make Monkey Town no problem, I’ll see ya then sweet thing, and I’ll let ya know if I see any boogie men.”
Rickey laughed over the speaker, “Yea, yea, well luckily I have an empty trailer so I can make Montgomery no problem, I’ll see ya then sweet thing and I’ll let you know if I see any cops.”
“Thanks Rick, eighty eights.”
“Thanks Rick, love and kisses.”
“Eighty eights hun.”
“Love and kisses hun.”
She replaced the mic on the CB and leaned back in her seat, passing Sam and calling him on his cell phone.
“What’s up?”
“I got a buddy in a semi up head, just follow me, we’re gonna tail him for a while.”
Sam wondered why but just said alright and followed her.
Dean sat in silence for a second. “Sooo…you mind telling me what the hell was just said?”
Monte laughed, “Rickey’s an old friend of my dad’s, practically an uncle, he hauls cars for a living, we’re gonna tail him to Montgomery and then stop for a break.”
“And you couldn’t say that in English?”
Monte laughed as she pulled up behind Rickey’s rig.
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