This is my Mustang. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My Mustang is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My Mustang, without me, is useless. Without my Mustang, I am useless. I must launch my Mustang true. I must steer straighter than my competetor who is trying to beat me. I must finish before he finishes . I will... My Mustang and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the shifts that count. We will shift... My Mustang 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 sights and its barrel. 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 Mustang clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will... Before God, I swear this creed. My Mustang and myself are the defenders of the streets. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until victory is Ford's and there is no enemy, but Mustangs!