Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-33488654-20180903163712

It was 11:00 pm on July 5, 1955. I was speeding down M-1 in 1953 Mack ltl, I was alone except for the occasional station wagon or convertible that would pass me. I felt almost like I was falling under a trance from staring at the long road lane in front of me.

Suddenly, a voice came on the cb radio.

"Big Joey, this is Douglas Dog for the hourly radio check." the voice said.

I ignored the voice until I saw the slip of paper glued to the dashboard. It said "Notice: Hourly radio checks are to be responded to promptly so we know that the cb works."

"Oh, right." I said.

Douglas dog shouted, asking me if I was there.

"Don't get ya pistons in a bind. I copy, over." I replied.

"Oh, good. I was getting worried. Look, that notice is not a suggestion. It is there to test radio signal strength and for safety purposes." Douglas Dog said.

"I know. I was just under a spell from the road." I replied.

"Well just don't let that ol' highway hypnosis get ya. Ya gotta get them Chrysler C-300s to Massachusetts." Douglas Dog said. 