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@zaki Very well said opening statement. Very eloquent and better than "It's got big tars and I kin git it muddy N stuff"
For me, my sentiments echo pretty much your thoughts. This is an American Icon of a machine. Much like the Jeeps of old, the K5's of old, and so on. They chose function and utility, capability and purpose over cutting edge styling and creature comforts.
The Broncos and K5's of the 70's and 80's allowed us to venture off the paved paths and see the grand creation around us without being cooped up in 4 walls or stuck in traffic light prisons. And we could take our families. Show our children a simpler, purer side of life. Reconnect with Nature, the slow pace of a world consumed with politics, entertainment, loud noises.
In addition to all of that, they were made here, on this soil, by technicians who supported their families, supply chains who also supported their families, dealerships where salesmen and service techs supported their families. One of the things (and it is a small thing) that makes me proud to buy one is the fact they took the time to put an American Flag on the shifter. It's a pride thing. Taking care of your own house kind of thing.
Getting to venture out into this country we call home is becoming a rare commodity. In the 30's, 40's, 50's some vehicles were built for a purpose. The interstate system was built for that same purpose. Historic Rte. 66 serves that same purpose. All of them culminating to spending the time and being allowed to take your family out to see this land and see a fleeting history and a bygone era.
The memories and time spent in the slow lane doing this is worth more than any material thing you could ever give your children. I cannot remember one gift I ever got growing up, but I remember the 3 times we actually went somewhere with the sole purpose being to get away.
The first time I saw the ocean down at Galveston Tx I was thunderstruck. Something so massive and powerful and seemingly endless. Something our ancestors sailed across in unsafe craft, under unsafe conditions in an unsafe time, to an unknown place. And that took guts and a lot of faith.
I've mentioned it several times in these forums and don't want to run it into the ground, but my (and my family's) adventure begins in Odessa Tx. We are going to fly in, take possession, and leave there to go to Roswell, over to the painted desert in AZ to see the sunset on it. We are going to see the Milky way without light pollution.
Then we are going to spend the night in Winslow and get a pic of the Bronc and us on the corner there because we just have to.
Next morning going to the Grand Canyon. Kayaking for half a day and heading over toward CA to spend the night.
Driving up the PCH to San Fran and spending the night.
Going on up through the Redwoods, etc. and eventually ending up at Yellowstone.
coming back south through the Tetons, Wyoming, Colorado, then back home to NC via rte. 66.
All things I never have seen, and no one in my family has seen.
My two teen girls I am taking with us will remember this trip and be able to say "Hey, I've seen that and it is amazing."
They will be 16 and almost 15 by the time we do it and I feel if we don't take this chance, it will not present itself again.
The Bronco is a gateway and a reason to make it happen.
I want them to feel the open ocean air with the doors off.
I want them to be able to lie back and see the Milky Way better than we ever have here.
I want them to see the beauty of creation in a land outside of what they see here.
I want them to appreciate the simplicity and connection that being surrounded by nature and not cities and towns provides.
And after all of that I will have the Bronc I have been lusting for, saving up for, promising myself I would have for years.
And after that we will have the option, at any time, to jump in, take off, and drive on the sand on Ocracoke, drive the trails in the Smoky Mtns, take it through mud sketchy enough to make their adrenaline rise. Because that's what really matters in this life. Seeing your children smile and investing in something that builds their character, respect, and admiration for what most of us take for granted.
For me, my sentiments echo pretty much your thoughts. This is an American Icon of a machine. Much like the Jeeps of old, the K5's of old, and so on. They chose function and utility, capability and purpose over cutting edge styling and creature comforts.
The Broncos and K5's of the 70's and 80's allowed us to venture off the paved paths and see the grand creation around us without being cooped up in 4 walls or stuck in traffic light prisons. And we could take our families. Show our children a simpler, purer side of life. Reconnect with Nature, the slow pace of a world consumed with politics, entertainment, loud noises.
In addition to all of that, they were made here, on this soil, by technicians who supported their families, supply chains who also supported their families, dealerships where salesmen and service techs supported their families. One of the things (and it is a small thing) that makes me proud to buy one is the fact they took the time to put an American Flag on the shifter. It's a pride thing. Taking care of your own house kind of thing.
Getting to venture out into this country we call home is becoming a rare commodity. In the 30's, 40's, 50's some vehicles were built for a purpose. The interstate system was built for that same purpose. Historic Rte. 66 serves that same purpose. All of them culminating to spending the time and being allowed to take your family out to see this land and see a fleeting history and a bygone era.
The memories and time spent in the slow lane doing this is worth more than any material thing you could ever give your children. I cannot remember one gift I ever got growing up, but I remember the 3 times we actually went somewhere with the sole purpose being to get away.
The first time I saw the ocean down at Galveston Tx I was thunderstruck. Something so massive and powerful and seemingly endless. Something our ancestors sailed across in unsafe craft, under unsafe conditions in an unsafe time, to an unknown place. And that took guts and a lot of faith.
I've mentioned it several times in these forums and don't want to run it into the ground, but my (and my family's) adventure begins in Odessa Tx. We are going to fly in, take possession, and leave there to go to Roswell, over to the painted desert in AZ to see the sunset on it. We are going to see the Milky way without light pollution.
Then we are going to spend the night in Winslow and get a pic of the Bronc and us on the corner there because we just have to.
Next morning going to the Grand Canyon. Kayaking for half a day and heading over toward CA to spend the night.
Driving up the PCH to San Fran and spending the night.
Going on up through the Redwoods, etc. and eventually ending up at Yellowstone.
coming back south through the Tetons, Wyoming, Colorado, then back home to NC via rte. 66.
All things I never have seen, and no one in my family has seen.
My two teen girls I am taking with us will remember this trip and be able to say "Hey, I've seen that and it is amazing."
They will be 16 and almost 15 by the time we do it and I feel if we don't take this chance, it will not present itself again.
The Bronco is a gateway and a reason to make it happen.
I want them to feel the open ocean air with the doors off.
I want them to be able to lie back and see the Milky Way better than we ever have here.
I want them to see the beauty of creation in a land outside of what they see here.
I want them to appreciate the simplicity and connection that being surrounded by nature and not cities and towns provides.
And after all of that I will have the Bronc I have been lusting for, saving up for, promising myself I would have for years.
And after that we will have the option, at any time, to jump in, take off, and drive on the sand on Ocracoke, drive the trails in the Smoky Mtns, take it through mud sketchy enough to make their adrenaline rise. Because that's what really matters in this life. Seeing your children smile and investing in something that builds their character, respect, and admiration for what most of us take for granted.
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