From mud…
Wanted to share a little more of this story...let's call it a mid-life adventure!
I bought the bronco from Claudia Sanders (Bronco Bob's wife) after he passed. He owned Early Bronco Specialties and was somewhat of a bronco pioneer.
When I first contacted her, she was hesitant to sell it (this bronco was specifically mentioned in his obituary) and it was clearly important to the family.
Honestly, it felt like an interview on why I wanted it. I told her that what I really wanted (and desperately needed) was an adventure to take my mind off of other things. This seemed like the perfect vehicle (literally and metaphorically). She could relate.
We struck a deal and I committed to fly up the Saturday after Thanksgiving to Boise and drive it back to Denver.
My one condition is that they didn't do anything to it before I got there - I wanted to drive it back exactly how he left it. They had no idea when the last time it even ran was! I was willing to roll the dice. Adventure.
I think she liked my "spirit"! Everyone else thought I was crazy...
I get it running, top it off with diesel and embark home...in the freezing cold. No windows, doors, heat, nothing but 3 jackets, thermals, two hats, gloves and winter boots.
I make it 20 miles outside of Boise and I feel like I am going to die. I have 800 miles left - what the hell am I doing??
Five more miles pass and I see a hitch hiker!
The only thing I can think of is body heat and a wind blocker. I stop, he jumps in. I ask him "Where are you headed?" he replies "Anywhere", perfect that is right on my way.
We sit speechless for the next 300 miles - mostly because you can't hear anything at highway speeds and our jaws were frozen shut.
I drop him off in Ogden UT (he couldn't believe we were in UT!), wish him the best and he does the same.
I push on but it is getting dark and the temps are dropping.
I make it to Rock Springs, WY.
Decision time (1) get a hotel or (2) get a another coat.
Two it is! I walk into Murdoch's (wearing 3 coats mind you) and ask the lady working where are the coats? She thought it was a prank!
I push on.
After nearly 24 hours after I had left, I arrive home.
Frozen.
I honestly thought I was hypothermic.
But I made it.
And over the next two years I drove it all over the place here in CO - never missed a beat and never needed anything.
It served its purpose in more ways than one. For that, I am grateful but it was time to move on and move past "it".
I'm so happy that it stayed in the family.
I hope it serves some sort of purpose for both you and Andrea, Al.
Brett