I want to forget pagers, and cell phones forever. They're the symbol, and tool, of modern wage slavery.
I guess it makes me a Luddite, but I have NEVER understood the willingness to be available and accessible 24/7, even to friends. My kids have my cell number, and my wife has it. Immediate family only.
Whether cell or landline, I reserve the right 24/7 not to answer the damned phone, and as RandyS can confirm, I virtually never do - let 'em talk to voice-mail. Folks I work with don't get it, and reactions run the gamut, from trying to tease me over it, to taking offense. "Hey, I get why you won't give HER the number. But this is ME asking!" Tough shit.
I love having a cell, perhaps to make a call on the road that I forgot to handle before leaving, or to occupy my time on a boring drive, or to have "nrbapiwoop" deciphered from the grocery list. And anyone who asks for my cell # who I suspect will turn it into a chain around my neck - such as a boss - is simply told don't have a cell phone. They happen to "catch" me using one later, I tell them I borrowed my wife's, or my daughter's.
And for anyone who asks for both my land line and my cell number, I just tell them "It's all the same number."
I get that part about wanting a phone on the road. It happened to me once and I didn't have one. "They" didn't even have a cell phone way back then.
It was OK, I twisted up a bit of rag and soaked it with oil, and crammed it down around the shaft. Then I looked along the side of the road in the gravel. I found a soda can pull ring and tab, I knew the tab was seventeen thousandths thick.
I used it as a feeler gauge to reset the point gap, and I set it just a bit loose. It only took about a half hour, but it was Utah desert lonely and hot.
I know that a car or truck might try to strand me again, one tried to do it once so someday; so I worry about not having a phone with me on the road.