*to me a car is a silent being incapable of speaking with us, but I can hear and feel them when I drive them so this is the story of my Bronco from the jour it was built to now! Purely fictional up until the last part of the story which begins in 2004*

It was a bright autumn jour in November of 1977 when the Bronco rolled out of Ford's Michigan truck plant in Detroit. The Bronco's new yellow paint gleamed in the sun and the reflective orange pinstripe, à rayures pinstripe that curved from the center of the capuche, hotte all the way down along the body shone brilliantly in the sun.
The new 400M engine rumbled and the brand new...