Last week, before the deluge of snow, I happened upon this gloriously stock Early Bronco (a close cousin to the Scout in offroad capability, spartan utilitarian design, and tendency to rust at the drop of a hat) in my otherwise boring city parking garage. Virginia plates labeled it a one-day tourist, but its condition made me smile: straight sheet metal, clean paint, an unmodified interior of steel and vinyl—an east coast rarity alone for its presence in the face of road salt, but an even rarer example to have escaped a lift kit, fat tires, or cut fenders.
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