This handful of photographs is a snippet of the reality of my childhood, bouncing around in the back seat of a 1977 Ford Bronco in the mountains of Colorado. That's me, the tubby one standing in the middle looking at the masterpiece my old man had created for an overnight camping trip somewhere high in the Rockies circa 1980 or so
Over the years, that Bronco served as the daily driver, hunting rig, and wheeler for our family. Sometime in the late 80's, my dad decided the Bronco was getting a little rough around the edges and retired it to wheeler/hunting only status and made the grave mistake of letting my older brother drive it to high school. After two separate rollover incidents, he yanked the keys from my brother, sent the Bronco back to the body shop, and generally continued to use it for recreational purposes only. All the while, poor little me was made painfully aware that, thanks to my older brother's shennanigans, I'd never get to drive it
This picture, circa 1994, shows the dark charcoal repaint on the Bronco from it's original seafoam green, albeit aged by several years and wearing some battle scars from your average Sunday drives to church and whatnot
During the aftermath of Thanksgiving 2018, I decided it was time to do a little refresh on the ol' Bronc as a favor to my old man. I took stock of the situation, laid out some basic plans, and got the keys for the first time in my life:
Game on
