She was born from the forged steel of Michigan, raised in a garage with a family to carry. A True pavement princess she was, until her second owner came along. The second owner had her as a tow Queen, to his wife's lament. She had bladder bags and gas station specific credit cards to tow an ocean worthy craft to the big lake. On particularly snowy days, she would climb out where others wouldn't dare. One day, the wife demanded that they rid the last bastion of her husband's youth from their sight, as she suspected the 4.9 manual was a distraction to her domestic nest. That's where the author comes in, just got her. She ain't for sale.
1989 Ford Bronco (Green)
Fast food and farts
Tree scratching, oxidation and birdshite
Call for help box and a Bluetooth speaker. I might let you honk the horn.
rough country 6"
Wheel and Tire