So I was working on the shed rehab this afternoon, put a new base under it, and a new floor, etc. While I was measuring a piece of wood to cut, I hear a nice dual exhaust rumble in front of my house, and I look out to see a really sweet 94 F150 stepside sitting at the end of my driveway, then slowly moving along. Didn't think much about it and went back to what I was doing, then I looked up again and there was an older gentleman standing at the gate. He asked me if that was my Bronco on the driveway, and I said yes, then he asked if I was interested in selling it. Long story short, 10 minutes later he made me an offer, but I turned it down. Then he made me a better offer, and now I have no Bronco.