|But just look at what I got! Just look at it!!|
|It's see through.|
By that time, we had only started it in place, but he said he was driving it around the yard the previous day. The guy had yanked the center section out of the rear axle for another project, so it didn't drive normal. It was one of those rare, front wheel drive '79 Broncos. I put it in 4L and the granny gear, and after a couple chicken out attempts, I got it on the trailer.
I followed my new Bronco all 30 miles to my friend's house where it now sits waiting for me to come work on it next weekend, and that was interesting. I had to follow due to an issue with some failed brake lights, and since we were in the city, you can't really fake it and hope no one hits you. As I followed, I was bombarded by bits of rust and tree that were being blown out of the vehicle and onto my beautiful Crown Vic. We stopped for gas, bathroom, and drink along the way (because we were already an hour plus of driving for the day, and I'd been waiting for two for the trailer), and I found what I felt was the perfect drink for the day, a Dr. Pepper with a monster truck '87 Blazer on it.
Our trip was pretty smooth other than some darting into traffic to stay right behind the trailer. I was trying to lead from behind, and we missed a turn, so I hammered down to pass him and redirect the convoy. It was worth it, though, because we saw a really sweet lifted Comanche driving towards us. I also learned quite a bit about the Bronco on the trailer. When we hit bumps, the trailer would bounce, but the tires, suspension, and frame didn't because they were well secured to the trailer... but the body bounced. Something in the left rear quarter panel area isn't overly well connected and needs some attention. Eventually, we made it there with no major issues and no casualties. Marking it as a win.
Once we arrived, my brother, mechanic friend, and his kid (a couple years younger than me) all got to see just how great of a purchase the Bronco was. They all took turns looking it over and picking it apart with questions about my intentions or the integrity of the Bronco. I didn't care; it's awesome. We unloaded it and proceeded to take turns driving it around the yard and up and down the driveway. We all kind of agreed that this has great potential so long as it's realized correctly. We wrapped the seats and parked it next to our dad's '52 Ford F-3 that's being stored for us down there, just down the line from my '64 Fairlane that I keep trying to convince him to sell back to me. That yard is one Maverick and one FC short of the whole family. My brother and I then went off to find lunch and talk strategy.
|... next to my dad's '52 F-3...|
|... near my Vic...|
|... down the row from my '64 Fairlane.|
At this point, I don't really have any big plans mechanically for the Bronco. I'd like to swap a 5-speed for mileage, but I really like the original shifter and its quirkiness. The motor will stay mostly stock simply because there's no aftermarket support for a 400 that isn't insanely expensive. I'll probably do a few things, but it's a pretty torquey motor from the factory. If I get really crazy or find a sweet deal, maybe I'll swap in a 460, but those are expensive to build too. I'm planning to keep it stock height with stock height tires, partly because there's no place to off-road nearby, partly because I'd like my gauges to stay accurate, and mostly because I'm not really a truck guy, and I like to be able to get in and out of it easier. I'm more of a muscle car guy anyways. I only need trucks to drag my projects home.
The last issue we've been having is what to call it. It's a rusty old Bronco with holes in the floor, no roof, quarter panels falling off, and it's really held together with hope and a bungee cord, but someday, when it drives down the roads and the trails and especially when we get a new body for it, this thing is gonna be the glorious epitome of overlanding excellence. If we just had a name... I was thinking the "Rustco" or "Rusty Jones," once I saw the paperwork in the glove box for undercoating, but then there's the Gone in 60 Seconds idea of naming them all with girl names, which also fits my idea for a sign over my garage saying "Charlie's Angels." No girl names are popping into my head for this Bronco (other than maybe Brittany for the sake of alliteration), so I'm not sure on that idea. My brother laughed as he jokingly blurted out "Project Glory Hole," and so far, I think that's our best name choice so far, so until further notice, I'll keep you updated on Project Glory Hole. Stay tuned!
|Note the light from the floor area.|