BabyBronc
New member
Hi, my name is Kari. I'm fairly new to the site... I've been here a little while, starring excitedly at all of your posts, (I'm kind of shy... and lazy), so, I'm just now getting to say hello.
I currently drive a 1990, Emerald Green, EB Bronco. They've been an obsession of mine for most of my life... (my daddy had two... he gave the first one away, and rolled the second one off a mountain, while driving home from NC one night... He also attained his first DUI that night too)
My mom didn't like them either... but, she let me bring one home (after 3 years of nagging), on the condition that I didn't tell my father. (they're very divorced)
Daddy found out a month later, came into my work and asked where she came from. First, I told him, its was mom's... for the next time her f-250(2wd) got stuck in the mud in our back pasture... he did'nt buy it. So, I told him the truth. All he did was laugh.
"I had a really nice Bronco, but then it wasn't so pretty after I rolled it... These trucks will **** you"
"Daddy, you were impaired... had that truck not been so strong, you would be dead"
"In a way, I did die that night"
"No dad, you did'nt die at all... but you murdered an innocent Bronco, and the entire species probably hates you now... I'm trying to make peace with them... so that one doesn't run me over one day."
He shook his head, and gave me a hundred dollar bill... for gas.
Thats my very long, Bronco story. (thank you for listening that long!) I named my truck "Winifred," after my deceased grandmother, who probably died again when I got the truck.
I'll post some pictures when I get my scanner running.
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-Kari
I currently drive a 1990, Emerald Green, EB Bronco. They've been an obsession of mine for most of my life... (my daddy had two... he gave the first one away, and rolled the second one off a mountain, while driving home from NC one night... He also attained his first DUI that night too)
My mom didn't like them either... but, she let me bring one home (after 3 years of nagging), on the condition that I didn't tell my father. (they're very divorced)
Daddy found out a month later, came into my work and asked where she came from. First, I told him, its was mom's... for the next time her f-250(2wd) got stuck in the mud in our back pasture... he did'nt buy it. So, I told him the truth. All he did was laugh.
"I had a really nice Bronco, but then it wasn't so pretty after I rolled it... These trucks will **** you"
"Daddy, you were impaired... had that truck not been so strong, you would be dead"
"In a way, I did die that night"
"No dad, you did'nt die at all... but you murdered an innocent Bronco, and the entire species probably hates you now... I'm trying to make peace with them... so that one doesn't run me over one day."
He shook his head, and gave me a hundred dollar bill... for gas.
Thats my very long, Bronco story. (thank you for listening that long!) I named my truck "Winifred," after my deceased grandmother, who probably died again when I got the truck.
I'll post some pictures when I get my scanner running.
-Kari