Well, theres no doubt about it. Ever since I was on my way to Albuquerque on 40 about five or six years ago and I heard this GIANT signal coming from a guy calling himself 228 at the 292, informing this guy that he didn't know enough about shit to properly use a toilet in a truck stop without making a mess let alone his radio, and he didn't care what every other swingin' dick said, that radio sounds ridiculous, I knew I had to meet the H&A smith that had that razor sharp, booming audio, see what he was using, and buy it from him.
I used to stop in at the shop and sit there for hours (almost being late a hundred times for my drops) BS'ing with Jack. I re-learned every thing I thought I knew about radios, found out about the world of sideband operation, and learned that sitting with an inferior setup, in Las Vegas yelling SSSCCHWATT into a D-104 with all the other creatins realy was not all that much fun. I watched him throw morons out of the shop and piss off every chicken hauler that thought he had the "shit: from some monkey in "Okie" He does not suffer fools well, I thank him for suffering through with me, I consider him my friend.
And by the way, he never would sell me that 148 with the Magnum 450 and the Bum, but he has sure built some crazy hot rigs for myself and my friends, I recommend his services highly.