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I put this here, because of the tragedy that happened at the end of the trip the next year. First, you need to know this is Michael's Bronco. We loaded things up in Colorado Springs and realized that we needed one more vehicle. I volunteered Michael's Bronco. He came back a day early to visit a friend in Phoenix. His transmission blew in Phoenix at about 4:00 in the morning. We left it there to be fixed and then flew down to Phoenix to get it. It's a sentimental thing.
He doesn't have it any more.
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