When as a lowly enlisted man, field grade officers (Majors and above) refer to you by first name, not because they are unprofessional but because you're another Bronco Brother.
When you are on your way to sign yourself up for treatment for alcoholism and just before turning in to the facility you see a Bronco you're never seen and think for a second "I can spare just a few minutes to go meet this guy". Yeah. This was me today.
When your Bronco is impounded by the military police for being on a jack stand, and rather than abandoning it to whatever fate may come, you jump through all of the military hoops 2 years later to get it back even though you could have easily written off the $1200 loss.
When you've just upgraded or replaced a part and rather than immediately throwing the old part away you think "I should hang on to this, in case another Bronco owner needs it" then add it to the pile/storage unit with the rest of the parts.
When you chastise your wife for folding the latest issue of Bronco Driver in to fourths so she could fit it in to your care package, rather than simply being happy she took the time to send it.
When you don't talk to your wife for half a day after she jokes about selling your Bronco when you leave for your next deployment.
When you are planning a road trip/business trip and instead of thinking of all the tourist spots you can visit, you make a list of Bronco owners who live along the route.
When you've visited a salvage yard and the sight of a busted up old Bronco with very little chance of ever being put back to drivable condition makes you sad. (I also get this way when I see ads posted in the classifieds by people parting out Broncos too.)
When six years later you still regret not taking the FREE rust bucket, early VIN 1966 roadster someone offered you.
