I'm not going to sit here and lie to you: I'm not a huge car guy. I respect the hell out of people who are but that's never been me. So I'm not going to sit here and break down the ins and outs of what makes the new iteration of the Bronco superior or inferior its competition because that's not my bag. I just know fire when I see fire and goddamn does that bitch look astounding. Like a Jeep Wrangler fucked an H2 and gave birth to this bucking Bronco. I don't know why but I know I need one. It's been calling to me like a Siren at Sea for the past few months as we've inched closer to tonight's premier. Four door, loudest color they can produce, and the sooner the better preferably. Will mine ever see any type of dangerous terrain outside of a standard New England winter? Of course not. I fucking blog, bro, what do I look like. But will I ever find myself entangled in a high speed chase? Potentially, I wont rule that out. I don't know what the future holds and neither do you. The only thing I'm certain of is getting one of these bad Larrys in my possession and living out the rest of my days with the Canyonero song blaring on a loop in my brain. That's not the life I chose it's the life that chose me.