Dove vai Bronson?

I was the guy in the car at the beginning of the show. I was about to graduate from high school and wanted like everything to buy a Harley Sportster and hit the road for a year while I figured out what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. My dad talked me out of it. Probably for the best. But, man! What dream! I loved this show. It was like Route 66 only with one guy instead of two and a motorcycle instead of a car.

Bronson would meet someone new each week and get involved in their problems. Seems to me he got in a lot of fights and even got beat up a time or two.

Very soft-spoken but had a great singing voice. Each episode featured a song sung by Michael Parks. Many of them classic country songs. I have a couple of his albums. I never laid hands on the one with the title theme (if one exists). If it's out there, I'd love to know about it.

"Goin' down that long, lonesome highway. Bound for the mountains and the plains."

Anyway, a powerful and wonderful show.

In 1969 my mother got tickets for five kids to go to the Preview House movie theater on Sunset Blvd at Stanley Ave to see the movie, "Then Came Bronson". We had never been to the Preview House so we were amazed to see the gadget you held in your hand while the movie played. It weighed about half a pound and had a black plastic dial in the middle that you could move from Boring to Super Exciting and whatever other stupid phrases they used in between. If you thought the movie was doing well you jammed it up and if you thought it was bad you cranked it down...simple. We really liked the movie although at the tender age of 10 I was jolted by the suicide scene where Martin Sheen takes the big leap off of the Golden Gate Bridge. When it became a TV show a number of months later we felt like we had been part of it all. The TV show version aired at a strange time in the Los Angeles market...I remember it being on Sundays around 5 PM which we could never figure out. I totally agree with the earlier review (I Know mine is not a review...just a memory). "Then Came Bronson" had a reality aspect to it but with better production values than the other two reality shows of the time (ie Dragnet and Adam-12).

The sort of show that simply wouldn't make it to television today, "Then Came Bronson" told quiet, lyrical, sometimes comic, sometimes dramatic stories about a young man traveling through America in search of personal meaning; unlike many attempts at this theme, the show was never heavy-handed, offering intelligent, often quirky character portraits of the people Jim Bronson encountered. The viewers always came away with a rewarding, thought-provoking experience. It's a pity both the pilot film & the individual episodes aren't available on video or DVD. Shows of this caliber may be born of their particular time, but their substance is timeless.

In 1969 I had recently bought my first used bike. When the kids came along i gave up riding. when i retired recently, like so many others ,i bought a new bike a cruiser

Then and now i still hear that song in my head. "gion down that long lonesome highway bound for the mountains and the sky. Going down that long lonesome highway going to do things my way". "My way" hasn't always been possible but it's what i dream about as i ride along Its a dream that we all should have. Its the dream that counts not whether you make it all or not.

Thanks to Michael Parks and to whoever put the words to that song.

Whenever I have described my personal feelings about life to my friends, I have used the 'opening' bit described here (...Man, I wish I was you." "Yeah? Well, hang in there.") I am not anyone big or famous, but I have traveled a lot and loved my life. I have never jumped out of a perfectly good airplane, or jumped off of a cliff to avoid a perfectly good trail to the bottom, or strapped barrel staves to my feet to go flying down a mountain to certain doom, but have done what I want and have enjoyed every minute. I don't want to die saying, "Man, I wish I was you." None of us should ever be afraid to do what we want. If you are happy screaming down a mountainside looking to kiss a tree, you are doing what you like. I think that this movie sends that message. If it is time for a change, see it and accept it. If life is rough today, it will be better tomorrow. You just need to 'go forward into that good night.' I thought this was a great movie for the ideals it presented (except for Jim's Sportster starting 'first time, every time.')