I am no longer a Bronco owner.
Yesterday the Freehold’s transport fleet had a combined age of half a century, and one of the experienced members of said fleet is currently under repair at a dealership two hours away, having significant work done for at least the third time in the past 18 months. As a result, said vehicle’s primary driver decided it was time to update our rolling stock.
So the Bronco got traded in for a year-old vehicle that somewhat resembles one of these.
When the laid-up vehicle is repaired and returned it will take the Bronco’s place in the little parking niche in the front yard, to serve as backup transportation for when the others are unavailable. Wife of Slog’s Honda sedan remains her daily commuter.
We chose to trade in the Bronco because it was the one vehicle we had that couldn’t easily be driven by everyone in the household. Plus, I had long since grown tired of the nonfunctioning fuel gauge, the rear window that frequently refused to roll up or down in damp weather, and the variety of other minor annoyances or nagging worries that had come to attend relying on it.
Now we have a utility trailer and nothing to tow it with, but with the rear seats folded and stowed the van has easily more payload capacity than the Bronco. We’ll get a hitch installed on the yard vehicle in case of need, but as of now the one thing we need it for is the mower — which I have no intention of letting require another six-week layup at the shop like last spring.