This is my Jeep, there are many like it.

My Jeep is my best friend. It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My Jeep, without me, is useless.
Without my Jeep, I am useless.

I must drive my Jeep true.
I must drive better than the Chevy who is trying to pass me.
I must out-drive him before he out-drives me. I will . . .
My Jeep and I know that what counts on this trail is not the
gas we burn, the noise of our exhaust, nor the smoke we make.
We know that it is the driving that counts. We will drive . . .

My Jeep is human, even as I, because it is my life.

Thus, I will learn it as a brother.

I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts,
its axles, its engine, and its quadratrack.

I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage.

I will keep my Jeep clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.

We will become part of each other. We will . . .

Before God I swear this creed.

My Jeep and I are the defenders of TREAD LIGHTLY.

We are the masters of the trail.

We are the saviors of my life.

So be it, until victory is AMC's and there are no other 4x4's, but Jeep!