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first car I actually got on the road was a 75 honda cvcc. bought it for $75 from someone I worked with after it got "borrowed" and it lost 1st and second gear in the trans. took it apart, put the screw back in the shifter fork, and drove it to my parents house 2hrs away. then my sister had to have it, so I sold it to her for maybe 500. they took it to texas and drove it awhile, then the front wheel bearing went bad. so she gave it back to me. I rode out with my parents for christmas or something, went to an old junkyard and got a whole strut assembly and swapped in it, and my mom and I drove it back 8 hrs, with no issues other than the alt belt started squealing when we got into a downpour and had to use the wipers. then I sold it to someone else for 800.
 
I got one that’ll fit here..

1984/5 I was (19) in Laramie at wyotech.. another kid hits me up about a truck he was wanting to get rid of that he didn’t think would drive itself back home..

‘74 Ramcharger.. early one.. was rare back then.. anyway I buy this pos for like 500.. ran when parked.. soft top was destroyed. Got it running one day when the temps got above 0* and we thrashed it relentlessly for a couple months.. time comes to bring it back to CA (1100 miles) and the truck I was gonna drag it back with has a big enough problem at the last minute.. so decided to drive the Dodge back..

leaving a bunch out here that isn’t relative to the story, but..

3 of us head back to WY in a CJ5 to get my stuff and the Dodge.. probably March or so.. made a new top out of a blue tarp and duct tape and hit the road with a full load. Actually had no issues othe than the top needing maintenance a few times.

Fell asleep somewhere out in the desert and ran off the road and somehow managed not to hit anything.. I was actually pretty far off the highway.. that woke me right up.
 
took me 3 days to write this one up

April 1994 Wife and I got out of the Navy in Sandy Eggo

2 years prior bought a 1972 Bronco , wrecked in front, not running 302 3 speed manual

2 years working on it, wiring, head gaskets, Holley EFI , rebuild tranny and transfer case, Detroit locker rear, ARB front , JBA headers and exhaust 4:11 gears 33's.


Month or so out from leaving buy a tent and plan cross country trip to Pittsburgh, need to decide to drive the 84 Bronco 2 or 72 Bronco. decide on 72 Bronco and then decide tent sucks and buy a Pop up camper 1 week before leaving ( tent on wheels).

order lift kit and power steering from Vintage Broncos is AZ and schedule install.


2 days before leaving get hitch welded on Bronco and drop ball setup , flares rubbing on tire , file flares down all is good.

Packout and move to first campground on Coronado island 1/4 mile from the house.

next day we are off to AZ camper is all over the place , stop somewhere near Alpine rest area and repack popup for more tongue weight,

get rolling about a mile down the road and figure out I left my glasses on top of popup, off next exit and circle around , cannot find them.

Bronco is running hot in desert.

Roll into Mesa find over night campground , move to superstition mountains for next day for few nights stay while lift is installed, went to 1 hour glasses or what ever they are called and ordered glasses, they will be in in a few days......show up at Vintage Broncos as scheduled and I'm not on the schedule but works me in says 3 days, 7 days later I'm on the road.

Off to Grand canyon, went to pick up glasses and they were broke in shipping.....find new place on my route and have them ship there...snowing half way there turn of wipers one wiper arm fly's off... hang out 5 days or so doing canyon things.

Vegas is next stop , Vintage trimmed my exhaust and fumes are getting bad in the Bronco, find exhaust shop, they put a half ass fix on for $100 .......contact K Bar S and see if they have a Ghost town tour coming up and they do, so leave Vegas after a few days and meet John in Beatty NV.

Death Valley days ....do a shorted version of K bar S ghost town tour only 4 of us , 1 Bronco stays behind and we do a side trip to death valley the next day , low altitude Bronco still running hot, wash board roads shake everything lose...good times.


Next stop Elk city Idaho , hunted around here and went to do some hiking, set up camp in the back woods , snow still blocking most roads , do some hiking, on one hike find some cat tracks over our tracks when we were coming back to the camper , move camp to a "camp ground" closer to town ...... heading into town to do laundry and the front wheel locks up , get it off into a pull-off and wheel bearing is locked up , get after it and it is not coming off even with a high lift jack handle on the breaker bar, a couple in a shitty single cab s-10 stop to check on us and offer to drive us back to town to find a tow truck about 20 miles to town ( 4 people in an s10 reg cab) they drop us off at the bar , bar lady give us a phone book , find a tow truck in Grangeville to come and get us, bar lady calls here son ( Thumper) to ride us back to Bronco , get Bronco ready for tow and tow truck shows up we got to Grangeville 50 plus miles or so away, find a rental car at a chevy dealer and remember passing a bunch of Broncos in a yard somewhere on the way thru Idaho , start driving and find it about 80 miles away, dudes wife answers door and dude will be home in about an hour, lots of Broncos and I pay good money for a spindle / hub assembly , drive back to garage and leave spindle and hub in front of door and leave a message on the answering machine of parts and will be there about noon to pickup.

next stop Yellowstone vis Missoula mt to pick up my glasses...some where in the middle of nowhere on a winding road next to a creeks and mountain throttle cable breaks and the only pull off we have seen in miles is right there, pull in and start working on splicing it together with a butt splice and a state cop pulls up within a few minutes and sees if we are good, I let him know if he come back this way and we are still here we are not good, he leaves and I get it repaired, get to Missoula and get the glasses, almost get to Yellowstone and butt splice fails, fix it again get to Yellowstone, still early season there we have the park to our selves stay about a week, order throttle cable to ship to Colorado Springs and find we have no heat in the Bronco.

Next stop Colorado springs somewhere in Wyoming oil pressure is low, find a bar/post office/auto parts combo store and buy 2 quarts , off we go, somewhere into Colorado the engine is missing pull over and can see an injector not firing , after cooling down and cycling ign seem to be working again, then it starts snowing around / after Denver laying down pretty good, getting dark , cant see shit with bronco lights pointing up ( part from trailer and part from Bronco had front end damage when I bought it) and only one wiper blade and no heat we pull over multiple times to clear the snow , one time pulling over I get out and and an abandon car is 10 ft front of me , never seen it, jump in behind a plow truck but cant keep up , but finally make it over mountain to get gas still snowing call my buddy in Colorado Springs he say it raining there and we are about 20 miles away, make it there an hour later , stay is for a week +/- , get wiper fixed, oil change and spare injector.

Next Stop New Orleans .....somewhere around Dallas Bronco is missing bad , find a rest area to change injector, I'm doing a walkaround front hub is hot , tear it apart find dude that put hub on put the tit in backwards on the lock ring, bang it out a little and re assemble and we make it to wife's Sister house in NO , Do NO stuff and get new lock ring to fix hub.

Next stop Cape Hatteras NC thru the swamps of the south I-10 sucks donkey balls getting dark rolling into Charleston SC find a state campground somewhere there been hearing noises for last 100 miles, once setup camp in a skeeter infested swamp, find rear u-joint pretty sloppy, next morning find a shop that will change it while we get breakfast , pick up Bronco about 100 miles its noisy again, have a look and it sloppy take apart , look like needle bearing fell out while assembling, found a Napa and took shaft in and they put in a new one and off we go, somewhere is the swamps of NC I get pulled over and get a speeding ticket, WTF is a cop doing here was my thought..

Pa is next destination stop at Brothers house on the way, he's working and girlfriend is home, we pull up to the apartment and park, she takes one look at the Bronco and makes up park far away from the apartment , she is in another pay scale than we are, she is still like that years later none of my shit is allow in her driveway I have to park out on the street in the grass .

150 miles later and we are home.

mid summer I decide to fix the Broncos heater, as I'm under the dash working the controls I see "pull for heat" on the knob.. dumbass.... shit was good the whole time.. Failure to follow instructions....I did rebuild this before the trip, wife still reminds me about the heat.

somewhere during the trip I had to duct tape the tailgate lift gate area to keep the exhaust fumes from killing us , marginally worked.

During this trip we decided this is what we want todo when we retire , took 29 years and we are on the road full time in new/ newer more reliable shit .

and 2 pictures from the same spot in Yellowstone 29 years apart +/- a few days.


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she is still like that years later none of my shit is allow in her driveway I have to park out on the street in the grass .

My mother in law will not ride in my honda civic. Fucker was the best car I've ever owned. Needs an engine now. :frown:
 
I was flying home on leave to see my Dad. Had my wife and kids also. Dad picked us up and told me he bought a truck at auction and needed me to help him drive it home. About 2 hrs or so in a car.... we get there, and it's a Beer delivery truck, with airbrakes and a splitter. Never drove either before, but I grew up in the cab of a log truck. I can figure it out pretty quick. Truck is running and A/C is going. It's about 102 out this day. We get going and rolling down the freeway, immediately the temp Guage starts climbing and AC turns warm. Pulled over at a truck stop to check Coolant, levels are good. Decided to wing it. Started driving home, had to feather throttle and float a few gears to keep temps below 230. At 232, the truck would shut off. This is a DT466E. Did I mention it's over a 100 out. Fuck it was hot in the cab.. finally made it back to our Ranch. About 3 hrs later. Next day, pulled it part and sure as shit the T stat was stuck shut. Also, everything I would accelerate I could hear the turbo howl in the journals.. lol. Sketchy but fun trip with my dad. Wife and kids were following us in the expedition with the AC on.
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A couple years ago I bought my gx470 online and the dealer was giving me semi-sketchy vibes so I rented a car and drove 5.5 hrs with a stack of cash in a backpack to inspect and retrieve it.
On the test drive the rear air suspension over extends and air strut folds in half, I had to haul ass back to the rental car place (in the heart of the ghetto, which is also a fun place to find yourself carrying a large sum of cash in a backpack) before they closed at 5pm to pickup the car I dropped off, had the nice lady at the desk change the drop off location back to its pickup spot and drive it back home. The seller agreed to swap a coil conversion setup in, fix the gaping hole in the exhaust, and ship it to me on their dime so, probably against my better judgment, I still wound up buying it ( because it was cheap for the miles, there was a baby on the way that I needed a useable family truckster to bring home from the hospital, and, dammit I had a solid day of effort invested in the damn thing now.)


This spring, a borderline ridiculous lowball marketplace offer got accepted on a 3/4 ton Yukon xl rust bucket with 8.1 vortec, 750 miles away from me.
Arse agreed to test drive it for me being that it wasn’t a tacoma, my cousin paid for and picked up and then the battery left the chat at a gas station on its way to get stashed in a random ungated suburban parking garage wearing an out of state plate that got slapped on it that may or may not match the vin, and then a couple ‘look at me, I’m the captain now’ looking guys delivered it to me in the middle of the night. But that wasn’t the end of the drama- The title that I had mailed to me separately with just stamps, no tracking, got lost in the mail for a couple weeks and I had about lost hope, when it finally showed up looking like hell and envelope chewed up because it got jammed in a sorter due to having a spare key tucked inside the letter size envelope. :laughing:
 
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20 years ago I drove from KC to Chicago to buy a '03 Yamaha 660 Raptor. Wife and i drove up in my truck to pick this thing up. It's 8pm and south side of Chicago. I knock on the door and this dude answers the door and he looks to be about 5'8" and looked like he spent 3 hours a day in the gym. It was very early spring and he's wearing a hoodie and I can see his muscles thru his fucking hoodie. A little intimidating to say the least. I had no weapons other than a pocketknife. It turned out ok but I hauled ass as soon as we got it loaded in my truck. I did not want to be in Southside Chicago after dark with a ATV in a back.
 
that is one hell of a farm service truck. :smokin:
Everyone hates it.

Its a 6.7 Cummins, so totally gutless. And a hardmounted seat with no air ride, so you bounce all over the place.

It could be quite the mobile shop. It's got a pto powered twin screw compressor. But if everyone hates driving it, then it ain't gonna get used. It's been down for the last 8 months with a litany of issues that I haven't had time to dive into.

That lack of a driven front axle is a bit of a hindrance, too. I'll prob look at buying it off them when it's time to expand my biz.
 
This is a very long, boring story filled with bad decisions and no pictures. Don't bother reading unless you have some time to waste. You have been forewarned.



In 1991 I was 19 years old and going to Arizona Automotive Institute in Phoenix. My best friend Ed, who was also going to AAI was from San Diego. We hung out and partied every chance we got. We got along great, but we were from very different worlds. He had always lived in big cities, and was infinitely more street wise than I was coming from Boise. He was also older than me, I think he was 23 at the time. That worked well for me because I wasn't old enough to buy beer.

At that time, AAI had 3-month long training phases, with a week-long "phase break" in between. I usually flew back to Boise for phase break, but the phase break before we started the engine phase was different. I didn’t have enough money to travel to Boise, so I decided to stay in Phoenix.

Anyway, Ed and I knew that we would need to overhaul an engine for the upcoming “engines phase”. We knew we could provide our own engine to overhaul, or screw around with some old worn-out engines that the school provided. Ed informed me that he not only had a project for himself, but he also had a project for me. Ed told me that his GF's cousin in San Diego had an El Camino that had been sitting for a while and he wanted the engine rebuilt. The El Camino ran, but it had been sitting unregistered for a couple of years. The other vehicle belonged to Ed's uncle. It turned out to be an 70's vintage 2wd Datsun pickup. It would need to be towed because it didn't run. The plan was to buy one-way plane tickets to SD, spend the night at Ed's parent's house, then go get the El Camino, which we would use to tow the Datsun (located in Indio CA) to Phoenix.

We drank a lot in those days, so unsurprisingly I was drunk before we even got on the plane. Surprisingly, the flight attendant served me alcohol without carding me. It was a short flight, so I only had 1 or 2 beers on the plane, but I was fairly hammered when Ed's mom picked us up at the airport in SD. Probably not the best first impression, I admit it, but I was polite and respectful. Just obviously drunk. She took us home and then Ed and I left on foot to find a taco stand and some more beer. The next day I didn't remember the taco stand or the beer, but Ed assured me that both of those things actually did take place. I also didn't remember stumbling back to Ed's house in the wee hours of the morning or passing out fully clothed on the sofa in the living room.

The next morning when I woke up, it was one of those awkward situations in which I was a guest in someone's house who I barely know, and everyone else (except for Ed, who was asleep in his room)is awake and moving around when I woke up. They were in the kitchen and I couldn't see them but I could hear Ed's mom and dad talking. I was really hung over, head pounding, stuck in an awkward situation, wondering where Ed's room is when I realized that I had pissed my pants in the middle of the night and the sofa is soaked. This is obviously what Ed’s mother was talking about when I woke up. Fuck! This trip is not off to a good start.

Well, needless to say, Ed's mom was very upset. His dad at least saw a little humor in the situation, but he still wasn't pleased to have a urine soaked sofa and some hung over idiot that he's never met in his living room. I didn't waste any time getting Ed woken up and us the hell out of there. We got lots of shit to do and we're burning daylight anyway. First order of business is to go meet the GF's cousin and pick up the El Camino, some weed, and some money for parts. After that, we went to a mall and stole some current registration stickers off someone's car and put them on the El Camino's plates. We're just making all kinds of good decisions, aren't we? Now that we've got the car looking legal, we are almost ready to head to Indio to get the Datsun. The Datsun has a tow bar permanently attached, but the El Camino didn't have a hitch of any kind, so we somehow procured and welded a tow hitch to the El Camino. Poorly.

So, with a few tools in the back and not a lick of sense between us, we headed off to Indio, via Palm Springs to get the Datsun. It was early evening by this time, as we had spent most of the day screwing around with the El Camino. It should have been a couple of hours or so to get there, but we didn't make it that night. Instead we ended up getting drunk and high in Palm Springs and partying with some people we met. After the party broke up, Ed and I ended up going to a KOA type campground a few miles out of PS. When we checked in, the guy told us that he was sorry, but he was all out of firewood. I'm sure he could tell we were drunk, so he specifically told us not to try to burn any of the wooden fence posts that he had stockpiled here and there for an ongoing fence project. We promised not to bother the fence posts, and headed to our campsite. The place wasn't very busy, maybe about 1/3 of the spots were occupied. Most people were in camp trailers and motorhomes. We were sleeping in the back of the El Camino. First we had some more partying to do, so we sat down at the picnic table and proceeded to drink heavily. We eventually started craving a fire. The fire pit looked really lonely with no fire going. We had given our word that we wouldn't mess with the fence posts, but Ed pointed out that we had made no such promises about the picnic tables. We had a few tools on hand, and all kinds of mechanical knowledge, so taking the wooden boards off of the steel frame of the picnic table apart was a snap, even for two drunk idiots.

We ended up burning several of the 8 foot long boards completely, and then a couple of them only ended up burning down about half way. We eventually ran out of booze and decided to go ahead and turn in, but being the clever lads that we were, we put all of the unburned boards, along with the partially burned boards back together to the frame with some of the hardware we found laying in the dirt. We ended up with about half the boards bolted to the frame, including the burned ones. We carried the table a few spaces down and traded it for a good table at an unoccupied campsite, then went to sleep in the back of the El Camino. I woke up early in the morning and Ed was gone. I found him sleeping in the front seat. He said he left when I started puking all over everything in the back. What a prissy fucker.
 
After I woke him up, Ed says he's going to start the car so we can get the hell out of this place before everyone wakes up. We figured that it was only a matter of time before the burned up table is discovered, and we would rather not be around when it was. Ed jumps into the driver's seat to start the engine and promptly floods it. Won't start. Not even after clearing it and then letting it sit for a few minutes. Shit, he fouled the spark plugs. Now we're not going anywhere soon. We tried taking them all out and cleaning them, but no go. The second time I was under the hood pulling and cleaning spark plugs, the half burned picnic table cruises by real slow, riding on the back of a campground service vehicle. I feign nonchalance, but inside I'm as nervous as a pregnant nun. To top it off, cleaning the spark plugs didn't work, we need new plugs. Ed eventually calls his brother in SD, who agrees to bring us some spark plugs, but its going to be a while. So now we're stranded, and expecting someone to confront us about the table any minute. Somehow we got lucky. Ed's brother shows up and we swap out the plugs, start the thing up, and get the hell out of there. On to Indio.

By the time we got to Indio to pick up the Datsun, we should have been arriving in Phoenix. Ed's GF was expecting us anyway. Those were the days before cell phones, hell neither me nor Ed even had a landline at our apartments. So there was no way to contact her, assuming we gave a shit, which we didn't. Anyway, the Datsun was an incredible pile of shit. I couldn't believe anyone would even want to put any money in it. His uncle was old and creepy, his house was dirty and creepy, and all I wanted to do was hitch the Datsun up and hit the road. So we did, but not before collecting some parts money from the old man. He gave us like $300, which was nice, because we were about broke by now. We had already spent most of the first guys parts money, so we were glad to get more. We both worked and planned on paying the money back to the parts fund. Seriously.

By the time we got everything ready to go, bought more beer, etc, it was getting late. We headed out, determined to drive straight through to Phoenix. I don't remember how far we travelled before the hitch we expertly welded to the El Camino snapped off, but that put a damper on driving straight through to Phoenix. The safety chains held, and the Datsun didn't actually separate from the tow vehicle, so we were able to get everything stopped without further damage. We got drunk and slept in the back of the El Camino in some farmer's field. First night of the trip that I Didn't piss myself or yak, so things are looking up.

The next day, we left the Datsun sitting on the side of the road and went off looking for someone that would be willing to weld our hitch back on. No reputable businesses wanted anything to do with welding our cobbled together hitch back on, so we ended up finding some old guy that had kind of a fab business running out of a shed on his farm. He was a big bastard with a thick European accent. He was a little bit intimidating because he was the type of guy that doesn't have a sunny disposition. He seemed like the kind of guy that frowned even when he was happy. He took one look at the bullshit we had hanging off the back bumper of the El Camino and started into a tirade about how "everyone thinks they're a welder" and so on and so forth. We certainly weren't going to admit to having done it ourselves, so we just acted really pissed off too. We swore how we were gonna kick the guys ass that we had hired to weld on the hitch, stuff like that. That kind of got the big dude to calm down enough to go to work. He ended up doing a really nice job of salvaging the mess we had made, so we once again had a tow rig.

We went back to where we left the Datsun, and to our disappointment, it was still there. We hitched it back up and once again headed toward Phoenix. Somewhere along the way we picked up some more beer and we decided that since we had such a rough day, maybe we should just get park, get drunk, and then make a fresh start in the morning.

This whole time, we have been sticking to the road less traveled in an attempt to avoid police. Remember, the El Camino has stolen stickers on it. I was and am pretty dull, but I knew enough to know that I didn't want to have to answer any questions about that. We just did our best to take back roads and whatnot, but I was still paranoid every time we were driving down the road. I think that was why it was always so easy to decide to just spend the night instead of keeping on the move.

Anyway, that was the last of our troubles. We ended up arriving in Phoenix the next day. When we got there, Ed's GF was all freaked out. She thought we were dead just because we were a few days late. Apparently, she had called Arizona State Police and California Highway Patrol trying to find out if something had happened to us. While we were avoiding the cops, she had them out looking for us. I'm sure they weren't really looking for us, but I'm still surprised that they didn't end up finding us.

We did end up overhauling the El Camino, but the Datsun sat out in front of Ed's house until someone offered him $50 for it and he sold it. I ended up paying most of my share of the money we borrowed back when we rebuilt the El Camino. I'm not sure how Ed explained the Datsun situation to his uncle, but at the time, I was just glad I didn’t have to be involved in that conversation.

Ed moved back to California and I moved back to Idaho and we lost touch with each other. Fast forward 20 years and we were reunited on Facebook. Ed told me that when his uncle found out about the Datsun, he was understandably livid. Ed ended up having to go back to Phoenix and track down the guy to whom he had sold the Datsun (one of his old neighbors). Ed said that he bought the old truck back and towed it back to his uncle’s place in Indio. The engine still had not been overhauled, but Ed said that his uncle was glad to have possession of his Datsun again.

Ed ended up passing away in 2021, before we got a chance to reunite in person. That bums me out.
 
I live in Southeast Michigan

Sacramento, 2008. I bought an 86 F-250 4x4 6.9L T19 from a co-worker's FIL. He was the original owner, it had 91k miles. His HOA was giving him shit if he left it outside overnight. Nice truck, but had some scratches and dents. I mailed him a check, certified mail for $1200 bucks, and he mailed me the title. I flew out with a license plate and insurance card, and about 49# of tools in a checked bag. He and his wife met me outside the terminal, I screwed on my license plate and shot the shit with them for about 10 minutes, and I got in the truck and started driving. Stayed with family in Elk Grove for a couple days before heading north toward Lewiston ID for day 1 drive.

I was supposed to pick up a toyota MR2 and some furniture for the co-worker who set me up with the deal on the truck, and bring the shit back to Michigan. Other than a blow out near Reno, the day 1 drive was awesome - my first time doing anything like that. I got a u-haul dolly in Lewiston, loaded up the MR2 and all the other junk and set out for Michigan. Drove US-12 from Lewiston to Missoula, what an awesome drive. Then 94 outta Missoula and got on 90 through SD, southern MN, WI, and thru Chicago. I remember almost running out of cash from tolls in Chicago with the extra axles. Went south of lake Michigan, and was home. My last fuel stop, I stalled the thing out at the top of the exit ramp and it wouldn't crank. I rolled back and popped the clutch and just let it idle at the fuel station. The B+ cable had lost connection at the part where it's molded into the lead battery clamp.

Other than the blowout, battery terminal, the fan clutch being stuck on full, no cruise, and no AC, it was a good trip. I still have the truck today and drive it during the summer. It's got ~165k on it now.

It started me down a streak of repeating this sort of activity several times after that. I can share those stories if anyone cares. Some of them are pretty entertaining.

Here's the truck, this picture is only a few years old though. I have some pics from the actual retrieval somewhere...

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Chronologically, the next time I headed westward for a vehicle was April 2013. Sacramento area again, so I could visit family.

I found an 88 Bronco 302 AOD on Craigslist. Older fella who owned it since new, was not able to pass smog. $1700. I did the same thing, sent a check in certified mail for the full amount. I assumed all the risk, but I had a name, address, so i figured my chance of getting screwed was low. He deposited my check, and mailed me the title and I got my LP and Insurance. Flew out and this time my Uncle drove me to pick up the Bronco, ~1.5 hours from their place.

The tires were toasted, so I took it by Big O and got a set tossed on. I did an oil change, serp belt, topped off all the other fluids, and gave it a shakedown. Plus, drove it around a few days during my visit before heading for home.

When it was time to hit the road, I was heading south to visit more family in Pasadena before turning East. On my way thru Fresno, I stopped to look at another Bronco I had been interested in during my initial shopping that was still available. $1300 bucks, dipshit owner, also didn't pass smog, but a nice truck. Well, I couldn't pass it up so I bought it went and got the old faithful u-haul dolly. Loaded it up, pulled the driveshaft, and continued to Pasadena. Spent the night with some family, and the next morning hit the local Auto Zone. I got some u-joints and a grease gun because I had heard that tink! sound when i'd take off, like a u-joint was getting loose. I was going to swap joints in the rear shaft on my lunch break since my cousins house didn't have a space for me to wrench. Well, I didn't make it super far... just past Ludlow exit on I-40, the motor on Bronco #1 shit the bed. I was cruise set at 70, in OD, doing really well actually considering it was lumbering along pulling it's twin... Ended up being timing gear/chain failure, but I was dead in the water. I was going to have a tow truck come and pull me off the side of the road at least, but they never showed up. I hooked the driveshaft back up in Bronco #2 and backtracked down I-40 to Barstow. I bought a hitch ball, a jack in case I had to swap my new tires from Bronco #1 to Bronco #2, and a trailer wiring k'dapter to hook the dolly to Bronco #2. Oh, and a come-along to pull now dead Bronco #1 up onto the u-haul. Keep in mind, when I bought Bronco #2, I didn't even test drive it... I just started it, garage shifted it, and paid the guy, cuz I was gonna tow that bitch home to MI...

After things were all switched around, I had lost about 5 hours or more. I crashed in the truck in Holbrook AZ for a few hours that night, and as I was entering OKC, the weather was getting BAD. I wanted to keep going, but I opted to get a hotel room to ride out the weather and sleep my ass off, and just push for home the next day. That's what I did, and it worked out. Bronco #2 was a champ, and kudos to whoever owned it prior to the sketchy dude I got it from for taking care of it, cuz it saved the day.

Anyhow, Bronco #1 got fixed, and I drove it to work today. Bronco #2 has been sitting in my garage since then, while life has gotten in the way waiting for it's turn. Pic attached of Bronco #1 which I call Brownco, right after buying Bronco #2 which saved my ass.
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I caught a train to Vt, got a pos idi powered ambulance running, then drove it to nj with stops on the way, Brakes were meh, only had to use the lights once when a red snuck up on me.

Shredded belts in CT, Engine started knocking near Perth Amboy, other than the cold, 60mph top speed and noise it was uneventful.
 
Anyhow, Bronco #1 got fixed, and I drove it to work today. Bronco #2 has been sitting in my garage since then, while life has gotten in the way waiting for it's turn.
So what I am getting from this is you have a good running bronco you aren't using that you want to sell me for cheap ... :flipoff2: Kidding.... Mostly
 
So what I am getting from this is you have a good running bronco you aren't using that you want to sell me for cheap ... :flipoff2: Kidding.... Mostly
Guess I should clarify that... I sold the 302/AOD combo out of it in preparation to 7.3 IDI/ZF swap it back shortly after I got it. I had a lot more head of steam on the project then. Well, a buddy needed my 7.3 engine for his daily driver so I let him "borrow" my engine for his truck. Plan was for me to get back my engine at some point or another one of equal awesomeness, but that hasn't happened. I'm thinking about a 460/ZF swap instead, but it's back burnered.:grinpimp:
 
A guy I worked with skipped town owing me a substantial sum of money back in 2010. Winds up he moved to Anderson SC. I tracked him down in '13. Winds up he had an '84 xtra cab yota for sale. I hopped on a bus from Memphis. Got off the bus at a c-store in Anderson and got a ride from a local (met thru message board) to dude's house. The local to knocked on his door and asked about the yota while I waited crouched down in the seat of his car. They came to the yota which was parked next to locals car. I got out and the look on dude's face was, well, one of shock. I said "surprised to see me I'll bet. Your truck ought to just cover the money you owe me" He signed the tilte and the yota made the 500 mile drive home and got 20mpg on 36" iroks, beadlocks and 5.29's
 
A guy I worked with skipped town owing me a substantial sum of money back in 2010. Winds up he moved to Anderson SC. I tracked him down in '13. Winds up he had an '84 xtra cab yota for sale. I hopped on a bus from Memphis. Got off the bus at a c-store in Anderson and got a ride from a local (met thru message board) to dude's house. The local to knocked on his door and asked about the yota while I waited crouched down in the seat of his car. They came to the yota which was parked next to locals car. I got out and the look on dude's face was, well, one of shock. I said "surprised to see me I'll bet. Your truck ought to just cover the money you owe me" He signed the tilte and the yota made the 500 mile drive home and got 20mpg on 36" iroks, beadlocks and 5.29's

Fucking gangster :grinpimp:
 
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