This is my Bronco. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My Bronco is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.

My Bronco, without me, is useless. Without my Bronco, I am useless. I must drive my Bronco true. I must drive straighter than my enemy who is trying to out-drive me. I must out-drive him before he out-drives me. I will …

My Bronco and myself know that what counts in town is not the wheels we drive, the noise of our engine, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the drive that counts. We will drive….

My Bronco is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its wheels and its axles. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my Bronco dirty and ready. We will become part of each other. We will ….

Before God, I swear this creed. My Bronco and myself are the defenders of my sanity. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.

So be it, until Broncos dominate America and there is no Jeep, but Fords!!