97.1 WBHTOh Bronco, we hardly knew ye. Yep, it happened. I decided to take the ol' girl out for a night on the town (ok, a day on the farm) when she just started giving up. Brake lines blew as we tried to slow down on the hill, eventually rolling to a stop. Then, like out of a b-movie horror flick, the scream of a wide open throttle body filled my ears as I shut her down to spare us the agony of the inevitable. It was too late, the damage was done. The lifeblood flowed from every gasket and seal. Her emblems will forever be displayed in my garage, a reminder of our good times together. But all is not lost, my buddy who helped haul her away and asked for a couple parts. I obliged, then inquired. The horns are going into his hotrod! The body may have died, but the voice lives on!
A reply to a certain someone who laughingly quipped "Ooh, are you sad your Bronco went bye-bye?"...I've had that thing longer than you, woman. Check-and-mate. Did I give it away who it was? Nah.
Good bye old friend.
