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It actually was a broadcast radio that I squeezed up higher to marine 2MHz channels, and I discovered 160m AM.
VK3RX
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Part Two of ----
Coyote's Slow Death of Ham Radio
I'll run my drafts of any professional writings by my physicist side kick for her input, her criticisms or her outright guffaws... often these Forum posts fall her victim too. The following was no exception.
"What message are you trying to send here, Lauri ?"
That got me thinking- there is a message here- there's one in my last couple of posts, too.
I want to show the passage of a era; Of a time when ham radio was full of young people; things were exciting and love was in the air.
Ok, Scrap that last love part
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If that excitement is lost on my readers its too bad. Its what I call the measure of an Old Fart, and I pity anyone for it. As the average amateur's is now contemporary with Methuselah I'm looking daily for more and more OF's.
But.......
Moving on to VK3RX's extract, and a memory
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When I lived in London there were quite a few Old Timers (OT's, not OF's) who like to tell this young Yank stories of their younger days as hams (post WW2, the Sixties-- those days.)
One facet they delited in was operating mobile- but not just any mobile. 160 Mobile.
Talk about technical challenges. They would construct their radio sets around their AM-BC band car radios. These valve (tube) transmitters were limited to 10 Watts (!) and used AM modulation- into humongous Tesla coil-like antennas mounted on tiny little English sedans. Some where I have photos of a Vauxhall Victor with an antenna so large it looks like it would over balance and tip the car on corners.
They told me of all their fun of motoring about the countryside, of talking London to Northern Ireland, Isle of Mann and other "exotic DX" (well, for 10 Watt 160 AM it certainly was !)
They talked to me of the round table chats on evening commutes home, sharing the band with French fishing trawlers, all the technical challenges 160 posed- And meanwhile these old fellow's eyes would be sparkling away as they told their tales.
The zest and enthusiams of these old guys still infects me today.
Lauri
a Vauxhall
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