There was movement at the servo for the word had passed around
That the Classic Falcon Owners Club invited us to town
Narooma was the venue it was gonna be the host
18th Early Falcon Nats down the New South Wales coast
So my good mate Jason Smaling in his 66 XP
Reckoned it would be a blast if he could accompany me
With my early bird survivor an old 62 XK
We sorted the itinerary and mounted for the fray
From Mount Gambier South Australia just four days from the show
We designated Colac as first fuel stop but – oh no!
Jason called me on the two-way said “mate I’m surging bad
I’m running outta fuel and it’s sounding rather sad”
His fuel gauge was quite shonky half a tank it always showed
I said you’ll make it buddy just coast it down the road
It’s two kays to the servo to get that petrol fill
But alas it couldn’t happen we were heading up a hill
A handy man is Jason he’s mechanical of sorts
Intelligent and smart he’s a man of many thoughts
He’d packed a jerry full of fuel in case of running out
Indeed that’s just what happened so he poured it down the spout
As he tipped that petrol in his car t’was nearing our first smoko
On the roadside I christened him a Sergio Fomoco
Myself being sorta jocular and a larrikin with others
I proclaimed myself Joko so was born Fomoco brothers
We rolled on into Colac filled the early birds with juice
And headed on to Queenscliff to get a little loose
We drank and ate our fill until we were feeling merry
And rose quite early Tuesday to be on Sorrento ferry
We boarded the big vessel and crossed that southern water
And headed to Mount Martha to have breakfast with my daughter
Then we turned the Falcons east and headed down the track
Sale town was our next waypoint we were never lookin’ back
We pulled in to old Gippstown it’s a pioneer village
Back in time when there was mostly environmental rape and pillage
It was just on close that day and we asked if we could stop
Grab a photo of our cars parked at the vintage garage shop
We headed down the road to the Gippsland town of Sale
Pulled up stumps to tweak a bird as Serges’ clutch was gonna fail
We drank more beer and wine and had an Irish kind of tea
We drank some rounds of Guinness was it two or was it three?
We woke up bright and early headed east toward the ocean
Lakes Entrance was our target so we set our wheels in motion
Up the coast we drove to Eden the next seaside port of call
The birds were running sweet we were having quite a ball
At the NSW border just a geographic line
We took photos of our cars parked at the designated sign
Just 10 metres into New South Wales my contact points got stuck
It was at this point I thought that I was running out of luck
With spare points I got her running and I got her going good
Satisfied I’d solved the problem I closed that metal hood
We soldiered on through New South Wales heading though the trees
The small block auto 144 was doing it with ease
Alas the same could not be said about my Fomoco brother
He had felt a slight vibration or a funny kind of shudder
We made into Eden set up camp for overnight
Thursday we rose and pulled up stumps Narooma in our sight
Sergio’s XP vibrations were getting kind of worse
If we didn’t get it fixed he might just end up in a hearse
We pulled into old Pambula to give his bird a tweak
He sorted the vibration but a welsh plug sprung a leak
I had onboard a bottle of radiator fix repair
He poured it down the filler cap and it fixed it fair and square
We carried on our journey through thick and bloody thin
We’re gonna make Narooma Fomoco brothers don’t give in
So we rolled on into town in a celebratory mood
We bought some wine a case of beer and shopping for some food
We checked into our room set for jocularity and fun
And then we put away some tins under that New South Wales sun
We woke up Friday morning I was feeling kinda spewey
I’d arranged to meet a mate down south in coastal Bermagui
We cruised out of the park and hugged the New South Wales coast
And went to see my friend a bloody good one I can boast
In aforesaid Bermagui to visit Les, a classic man
With his worked 302 Windsor in his XL panel van
Having problems with his Holley the car was nearly toast
Sergio solved Les’ problem and we drove back up the coast
We joined up in formation with the Vic boys Early’s Club
Fomoco brother’s honoured to be received into their hub
We cruised back to Narooma windows down breeze in our hair
The Victorian contingent very happy to get there
There were early registrations and a barbie to be cooked
Informal introductions many handshakes to be shook
The beer and wine were flowing the conversation light
And we all got very merry a magic Falcon kind of night
We met Brendan, Fred and Kenny there was Mark and Craigo too
And Andrew from Tasmania he’d drove a kay or two
There was Pino, Stan and Mary and Kon now we’d met a few
All early Falcon lovers they were Fomoco through and through
Next morning we were feeling just a little worse for wear
Should not have mixed those drinks wine and turkey beer I swear
At the registration desk I got my bag of Falcon loot
A kind of early Falcon showbag a grille badge thrown in to boot
A cruise out to cheese county Tilba Tilba was the point
Cars assembled out McMillan road and headed to the joint
It’s a quaint and hidden village a little tourist town of sorts
Where the early birds parked up and was enjoyed from all reports
There was Dazza Mark apparent a man without his ride
So I offered him a seat and he jumped in sat by my side
He was feeling kind of lonely he was feeling kind of down
Changed to joy and jubilation as we cruised to Tilba town
There were some tourist girls in town on the eye they were quite easy
I happenstance to follow them to the factory that was cheesy
I bought a block of Tilba cheese to lay upon my toast
Then I rounded up mate Dazza and we cruised back up the coast
Club Narooma was the venue we were gonna have a ball
Formed a line at the front desk signed in through the entrance hall
Dressed up for the occasion all resplendent that we looked
Were served a three-course dinner that Narooma Club had cooked
There were raffles lots of prizes more beer and wine and banter
From what I saw on tables no drinks like Coke or Fanta
I bought some raffle tickets with some hope just like the rest
In which I won a painting a good prize one of the best
There was Darrren Falconstein and his young son Maxy Trew
They rock ’n’ rolled all night they could play a song or two
The Futura’s they were known as very polished and all class
I drank my fill of beer and to them I’ll raise my glass
Narooma Club beer garden the conversation was all Ford
We learnt a trick or two and we were never feeling bored
A Ford encyclopaedia John Longworth full of knowledge
He’s got to be a graduate of Fomoco bloody college
Staggered back to camp full of food and full of beer
I was feeling kind of queasy I was feeling kind of queer
We had a little cook-up scoffed down some cheese on toast
Then laid down drunk and weary on that New South Wales coast
In the morning we arose to a bright and sunny day
We gave the birds a wash and prepared them for display
We drove to Nata Oval entrants ’round the ninety-seven
In there we thought we’d died as we were in Fomoco heaven
The cars they all did glisten in that New South Wales sun
All and sundry in attendance they were having lots of fun
The judges scrutineered every entrant that did pay
Whom registered an entry on that Falcon judgement day
The Classic Falcon Owners Club tallied up the final score
It took some time we waited they had not done it before
Announcements were then made to the classic Falcon winners
And awesome trophies given to the individual grinners
In the end I was awarded for the best survivor car
My 62 XK deluxe was judged the best by far
I was happy to receive this lofty Falcon accolade
And received my prize and memories that will never ever fade
The Classic Falcon Owners Club of good old New South Wales
Had thrown a special Falcon Nats a one with many tales
There were many happy winners of every category
But Grand Champion old Muzza took it out with his XP
We wandered up Narooma hill to sink a beer or two
To the pub they call O’Brien’s with an Ocean overview
More beer with Brendan and with John and Jarrad present too
We toasted Darren and Narelle great hosts through and through
The early Falcon campers said a barbeque was due
So we went back to the park and cooked some chops a snag or two
I asked the Falcon owners form an arc just near the water
I was unofficial photographer not really but kind of sorta
Yet again in true Fomoco style we sank a tin or ten
We were having so much fun with Fomoco girls and men
We drank into the night after the Early Falcon show
Drunk again Fomoco style only Fomoco brothers know
Well the party was all over and we had to make a move
We had gotten pretty used of this we’d gotten in a groove
Goodbyes with handshakes given to our newfound Falcon friends
Then drive on up the coast of many twists and turns and bends
So nothing lasts for ever the brothers had to hit the road
So we packed up all our stuff and left Narooma with our load
We cruised on up to Batemans Bay another coastal town
Took some awesome coastal photos and had a look around
We turned off to the west and headed up the Great Divide
To test the climbing capability of the Falcons in we ride
A river camp in Nelligen and a barbeque to please
Then we pushed on up the mountains with a certain sum of ease
We rolled on into Canberra and found a comfy little joint
We were only gonna stay one day but thought what is the point
We were gonna be good tourists we stayed an extra day
So we photographed old Canberra the Fomoco brother’s way
Heading southbound down the Hume after eleven sunny days
Mother nature she decided it was time to have her ways
Cruising fast in my XK in teeming rain and out of luck
I can honestly concur that vacuum wipers really suck
It was getting close to lunch so we stopped in for a pie
Where a dog sits on the tuckerbox five miles from Gundagai
We parked across the forecourt which made the owners smile
And grabbed a classic photo with the dog Fomoco style
Just down the road in Holbrook there’s a land locked submarine
Fomoco brothers thought it was a sight had to be seen
Again in true Fomoco style we took another snap
And headed on to Shepparton to take another nap
It was on to old Nagambie to visit Forbesy he’s the man
With his historic Falcon racer and an XP panel van
His grandpa was a Ford dealer in which we all agree
His shed chock full of treasure of early Falcon pedigree
Echuca was our next stop we were running out of time
We had to see the Holden’s infiltrate the rivals line
On the last day for the General went in the lion’s museum
We parked our cars right at the door and went inside to see ‘em
Late afternoon we headed toward the sprinters town of Stawell
Where my cousin owns a pub The Brix that night we had a ball
It was the final eve of the Fomoco brothers run
In true Fomoco style we drank beer till we were done
Next day we woke thick headed for the final journey back
Up and through the Grampians to climb a mountain track
Crossed the open plains toward our South Australian state
I was doing it Fomoco style with my Fomoco mate
The Fomoco boys would like to thank everyone for all the love
Although a non-believer I’ll even thank the lord above
Fomoco brothers conquered we came we went we saw
It was pedal to the metal it was pedal to the floor
You’re all forever in our hearts you’ll always be held dear
To the early Falcon lovers that are far and that are near
It’s the people and the cars that really made our trip worthwhile
So remember if you do it, do it Fomoco brothers style
Patrick Boylan
22/10/17
