Awesome. Thanks for letting us in.

Why all the pictures of its ass-end and those annoyingly oversized reverse lights? Show me the grill!!

I’d go, but I’d have to crowdfund gas for the Bronco. So, see you when you hold it up here in Oregon.

I just got mine. California car offered up here in Oregon. Low 4 figs. I’m about $4k into gaskets and hoses and my mechanic’s time, but at 200k miles, it’s a nice unmolested example with the big motor. Too bad about the 100-buck teal paint, but now curbs mean nothing to me.

No you can’t. Not one you’d want to drive. Just spent 6 months looking for the SUV version in Demo form and didn’t get a solid lead on anything under 18k. Settled for a ‘90 Bronco, which easily makes the grade for this article. And it’s a shitload of fun. AND I got the column shifter I for some reason thought I needed…

I’d have to make mine a German Mustang. 1977 is my personal fetish.

For me, it came down to a Burgundy-over-burgundy-leather one of these or a teal 1990 Bronco with a 351w. At a bit less than this price point. I went with the Ford based on how iffy I heard this diesel can be. For the record, The Bronco Is In The Shop.

This story is a crazy intersection of all I hold holy, but you forgot about it having to have swing wings or it doesn’t count. (and this cutaway of my own actual jet that I actually own is totally not an internet grab of something based on a comic series I read obsessively as a pup)

Does it have to be reflective? I got a shiny thing on the back of the Bronco. (not mine...mine’s teal)

I had a 1977 VW Bug in high school. It had an aftermarket rear window defogger. I used to tell girls that I was switching on my secret, hidden radar detector. Because smooove.

Dammit, I’m Mad!

When I was a wee lad, my dick cousin had a completed plastic Wankel engine model on one of his bedroom shelves. I would stare it at and, for just a bit, I could imagine that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t a total fuckup.

Mine is new to me...

oh, shit. wait...

I’m a pretty mellow guy. Before I started reading Jalopnik, I had no automotive pet peeves. But now? Chrome wheels. What the fuck is up with chrome wheels? All I see now are awful fucking chrome wheels. Everywhere! Man, I hate chrome wheels. And I don’t even know why.

That redhead with the glasses from Algebra drives one and she’s having a party this weekend while her parents are out of town. I’m going.

1. 1967 Mercury Caliente. My dad bought it off my uncle’s neighbor in North Platte and we drove it to LA where he put glasspacks on the 289. Then we moved to Nebraska where they did not understand this vehicle. Then I learned to drive in it. Last I saw it was in that Safeway parking lot in Rawlins, Wyoming. You know…

“I keep the air vents aligned properly so the air doesn’t feel confused.” is the most awesome thing I’ve read in many hours.

Touch the headliner when going through a yellow. Or suffer the consequences.