This Is An XP Falcon

This is an XP Falcon.

Fig A 

This is not a really good XP Falcon mechanic.

Fig 1 

This is a group of XP Falcons

Fig B

And, this is a really good XP Falcon mechanic

 Fig 2

Not to take too much away from Fig 1, and really, to be fair, I should put in a better pic of him here   

You see, the bloke pictured in Fig 1 – let's call him by his alias of 'Laurence' – his grand claim, nay, pick-up line, was "I'm a really good XP Falcon mechanic", in answer to my stage whisper/shout in a nightclub, "I've just bought an XP Falcon", and the rest, as they say……….

(The irony of Laurence's pick-up line was not lost on me at all when I was forced to sell my beloved car so we had money for our wedding. True, she needed a new engine and was due for rego, but I wish so much I had been able to keep her.)

He was fairly good with older vehicles, and had owned an XP in the past. But for all Laurence's showmanship with spark-plugs and bog, as far as early Falcons go, he was a mere belt on the fan, when compared to Murph – as seen in Fig 2.

 
 This is my Ford, 1966 XP Falcon. With a 170 Pursuit engine (that's 6 cylinders and 170 cubic inches), a Borg Warner 35 gearbox, with 3 on the tree, and a rumbling sports exhaust. Originally painted Honey Gold metallic, with matching vinyl interior, I had it re-painted red (to make it go faster), and the interior done out in white vinyl with red felt inserts, and black plush carpet. Oooh, and don't forget the faux-tiger skin across the dashboard. I paid $800 for it, and sold it – my eyes cloudy with tears – 8 years later, for $800. Best car I've ever had.