A raspy voice shatters the static, like the roar of a Mack truck rolling by a Volkswagen: "Breaker, break to any westbound diesel. Is the chicken coop open up ahead?" The answer crackles back from the cab of an 18-wheeler lumbering across Indiana: "It's open and the hen is inside the little white church."
Though an outsider might think that the truck drivers had designs on Farmer Brown's henhouse, they are actually talking about a roadside weighing station ("little white church") equipped with scales ("chicken coops") and manned by state inspectors ("hens").
They are speaking hi the new highway patois of Citizen's Band...