Arizona in Song: Convoy LbNA #46210
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Add Location| Owner: | Kristal & Ron  |
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| Plant date: | Mar 21, 2009 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Holbrook |
| County: | Navajo |
| State: | Arizona |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Found by: | Tepee-AZ |
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| Last found: | May 29, 2020 |
| Status: | FFFFFaFFFFFFa |
| Last edited: | Mar 21, 2009 |
Stamp: Hand-carved
Distance: Drive-by
Clues: Easy. Just use your imagination! If you have none, there are many websites online that can help.
Another installment in our “Arizona in Song” series – Flagstaff, Arizona is mentioned by its nickname in the opening chatter of the C.W. McCall song, “Convoy.” This 1975 novelty song became a #1 hit in the USA and #2 in the UK while helping to start a worldwide craze for citizens band radio. It was also the inspiration for a 1978 movie of the same name, starring Kris Kristofferson.
The following is our little tribute to this fun song.
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“Breaker, breaker one-nine. This here’s Spider-Mite. You got your ears on, Rubber Duck? Come back…”
“Ten-four, good buddy! What’s your 20? C’mon…”
“Just joined your little convoy, bringin’ up the rear…”
“Welcome to the party! How’s that backdoor lookin'?”
“Those Smokies that were chasing you across New Mexico all day finally backed off at the state-line,” reported Spider-Mite.
“Well,” I replied, “I don’t see any bears in the air here in A-Z. Wonder what’s up? Over.”
“Guys, this is the Love Machine talking… I’ll put the hammer down and see if you have a clear shot to Flag-Town. Bet the County Mounties are waiting for us there.”
“Copy that, old pal. Truck ‘em easy and we’ll catch you on the flip-flop. Over and out.”
The sun was setting in the western sky and instead of fighting the prairie fire we decided to exit the zipper for a while and slide on down the Double Seven. If Lyle was still looking for us, he’d expect us to stop at a gas ‘n’ sip for some motion lotion or a lot lizard. Instead, we passed them all by and headed to the other side of the tracks. After almost five yardsticks (and just after crossing a wash of the same name) we stopped at a pullout big enough for the whole convoy. It had been a long day and some of the guys were beginning to check their eyelids for pinholes. Pretty soon, they each turned on the idiot box and caught some shut-eye.
I tried to go flatline myself but something was bothering me. I thought, “The Big Road is wearing on me – I’m getting too old for this.” I parked the rig under a red rock roof behind the bigger of the two nearby trees and headed off on foot. "Starting tonight, I’m sticking to the small roads…"
Distance: Drive-by
Clues: Easy. Just use your imagination! If you have none, there are many websites online that can help.
Another installment in our “Arizona in Song” series – Flagstaff, Arizona is mentioned by its nickname in the opening chatter of the C.W. McCall song, “Convoy.” This 1975 novelty song became a #1 hit in the USA and #2 in the UK while helping to start a worldwide craze for citizens band radio. It was also the inspiration for a 1978 movie of the same name, starring Kris Kristofferson.
The following is our little tribute to this fun song.
----****----****----
“Breaker, breaker one-nine. This here’s Spider-Mite. You got your ears on, Rubber Duck? Come back…”
“Ten-four, good buddy! What’s your 20? C’mon…”
“Just joined your little convoy, bringin’ up the rear…”
“Welcome to the party! How’s that backdoor lookin'?”
“Those Smokies that were chasing you across New Mexico all day finally backed off at the state-line,” reported Spider-Mite.
“Well,” I replied, “I don’t see any bears in the air here in A-Z. Wonder what’s up? Over.”
“Guys, this is the Love Machine talking… I’ll put the hammer down and see if you have a clear shot to Flag-Town. Bet the County Mounties are waiting for us there.”
“Copy that, old pal. Truck ‘em easy and we’ll catch you on the flip-flop. Over and out.”
The sun was setting in the western sky and instead of fighting the prairie fire we decided to exit the zipper for a while and slide on down the Double Seven. If Lyle was still looking for us, he’d expect us to stop at a gas ‘n’ sip for some motion lotion or a lot lizard. Instead, we passed them all by and headed to the other side of the tracks. After almost five yardsticks (and just after crossing a wash of the same name) we stopped at a pullout big enough for the whole convoy. It had been a long day and some of the guys were beginning to check their eyelids for pinholes. Pretty soon, they each turned on the idiot box and caught some shut-eye.
I tried to go flatline myself but something was bothering me. I thought, “The Big Road is wearing on me – I’m getting too old for this.” I parked the rig under a red rock roof behind the bigger of the two nearby trees and headed off on foot. "Starting tonight, I’m sticking to the small roads…"