Back in 96, I was that guy. I had just been shot off from the USS Kitty Hawk after a horrible first day CQ'ing....horrible for me anyway. We were off the coast of San Diego and the marine layer over the ocean started at 1000' and went all the way up to 4k or so. So the moment I take the cat stroke, my only radio goes full static. I climb through the thick layer to 8k or so, about 60 miles from North Island. I can't get the radio to work so I decided to squawk lost comm and make all calls in the blind. Of course what do I squawk? That's right, 7700. About 25-20 miles out, right near where Class B starts, a lead safe found me. I joined his wing and we did a PAR to touchdown where my radio suddenly came back to life. Not a huge deal but I got chewed out regardless. Fun times.