Okay my turn! I've owned my Bronco since September of 1994, so I have a ton of pictures to go through and get ready to post. But I feel the need to tell my story first, so grab a cold one and get comfortable.
My name is Lance. I grew up on a large cattle ranch in Montana. I literally don’t remember a time when I wasn’t driving. At the age of 2, my Dad would take me out with him to feed the cattle, and would have me stand on the seat of the truck, put it in low range, and then he would hop in the bed and throw hay out the back while he would tell me which way to steer. My Dad preferred Ford trucks, he always felt they rode better than the competition. We had a ’69, a ’74, and a ’76. All were ¾ ton 4x4 rigs with a V8 and 4-speed. I vaguely remember learning to drive a stick, only because I had to be old enough to reach the pedals. The ’76 was my favorite. It was bright red, and unlike the others it had power steering.
So, my interest in Fords was planted early. The family of a good friend had an early 80’s Bronco, and it just seemed like the perfect mix of capability, comfort and convenience. I was really struck by the look of the reflective Chromatic stripes on the '79 Bronco with the Freewheeling package. I used to see them all over. Most of them were black, but I saw the occasional silver or white one too. Over time, I saw fewer and fewer of them.
I ended up buying a Mustang as my first vehicle, the need for speed outweighing the promise of off-road adventures. But the second winter of daily driving a Mustang was a particularly nasty one, and I ended up immobilized on multiple occasions. I stubbornly refused to part with my Mustang (I *still* have it 29 years later), but decided a cheap 4x4 vehicle was a necessity. After a couple of Jeeps and a Dodge, I finally landed what I really wanted, a '79 Bronco. It was maroon with a white top, 351M, C6, NP203. That thing would climb a tree, it just wouldn't pass a gas station. I had it two years, until the day I drove by a consignment lot and saw a Freewheeling Bronco with the chromatic stripes parked there. It took me three weeks of negotiating, and finally biting the bullet and going deep in debt to get it. September 1994, and I finally had my dream Bronco.