I have apparently visited 66% of the states in the US. Only 16 to go. Not too shabby.
I went for a little ride yesterday. I misjudged the slickness of the driveway, lost control, and slid ~100 feet down the driveway and off the road. I managed to control it enough to hit dad’s junk pile. I figured that was better than hitting a tree or the shop. The Bronco needs a new headlight assembly (shipped today) and tire. I think I can glue the grill back together. All in all, not too bad.
Dad lost control today and hit the barbed wire fence, so at least I’m not the only one.
Photos of damage and landing zone provide for your amusement.