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FALCONEER

Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2016-07-27 18:43

Winnfields on the dash
petrol in the tank
a black market
HO Ford
New Extractors
(pacemaker)
Chino's and
Chelsea Boots
Driving with the windows
down on the old Hume
47o with a slight calling
of precipitation
dropped a gear and
left a combi on a grade
2SM on the radio
Bang a fist
"Bloody Oath Mate!"
grin a cocky snarl
rocketing along
the speedo needle
high
Big Set of Boots
biting the road
and miles to go
for Melbourne

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Geezer

Wed, 2016-07-27 18:58

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Mad Max for about the twentieth time, I immediately had a picture in my head of Mel roaring down the road. A couple of things have me puzzled: The reference to [pacemaker] and the old Hume. Am I correct in the assumption you refer to a highway? Anyways, had some flashbacks to the days of my own youth and my favorite car. A 1963 Ford Galaxy 500- H.O. 351 out of a '69 Mustang 4spd.
I burned a lot of rubber and gas! Thanks for taking me back, ~ Gee.

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Esker

Wed, 2016-07-27 19:14

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were people with balls guts...tools and mind to do things..
for some reason I was always just the guy hanging about the house
mother..father...house watching.....writing..
tunes....
but....others had the hot rods...built cars...
my dad was not into it....stock sedans with big motors
good enough for him...he had a thirty two ford with a v-8
during his youth...that was his hot rod...a ragtop too...
and he was practical...put his money on his properties
in the bank...etc....so we never got into it..
My brother and I looked at a sixty five pontiac
standard..body in good shape..needed a motor
then they were plentiful....it was out of our league
and my father was even considering buying us boys
a sixty nine ranchero or el camino truck car with
a four something standard shift....
we would have been dead in not time!!!!

the galaxie..what great cars those were
my sister had a small block ford...
blue..white top hard top.blue interior
three fifty ones were great motors...
we had a cleveland in the torino
although never put on a four
barrel...again..we just didnt know
enough about driving...
u have too have the balls for this
like some people are ballsy
Seen it....lived with em....
amazing too be part of that
on my own....Im not so much
I can do the odd move now
and then....but for the most
its not my lifestyle...

four speed...Nice...
Mad Max...I like the wheel
hop..that shot still...
watch that movie now
and then....Love it!

just a aussie story
this one...
Hume is the highway
from Melbourne to Sydney
or vice versa
Pacemaker is a company
that made headers
called extractors...
I had custom headers
on a mustang six
cylinder a little seventy
nine coupe...not hatchback
still one of the most fave
car next too the zephry
I put the three oh two in
with lots of help...

thanks Gee....glad too
hear your memories

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Sparrow

Thu, 2016-07-28 04:03

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The title started to take me to the swift flight of the Falcon and its winging out stooping then killing to return to the wrist of a trainer.
What did I get Burnt rubber on a helter-skelter ride, as someone said of the category of Mad Max, screaming down the road..lol
Maybe next time we shall seek out the wings of the Falcon and go kill at speed.
Great write enjoyed the trip now I need to rest or the pace maker may burst lol
Yours as always, Ian..

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jane210660

Thu, 2016-07-28 06:09

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Love the rhythm and pace. Love the imagery, very much enjoyed.
I too wondered about pacemaker reference, didn't know it was a manufacturer and subject close to my heart (haha quite literally) at moment as about to go into hospital for an 'upgrade'.
Perked up when I heard the installation of the third wire being referred to as an upgrade, for a fleeting moment, I had a vision of unlimited champagne and a luxurious large leather seat.
Sadly not that sort of upgrade. :-)
Jx

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Esker

Thu, 2016-07-28 07:19

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the pulse of social
and the class of happiness

been studying Aussies
I dont know the society
I know a few..men..women..
knew canadians who loved
it there and worked and
we had a teacher teach
at our school for a time
back in the eighties..
He was exasparated by
our society.....the lackodaisial
kind of ho hum...

studying they...the aussies
and then now the english
in modern sense I
see how broad our systems
teachings...values..ideals
are all same as Humans
are hard wired same
but.....all the nuances
that shape our attitudes
and outlook..

at my age mortality chance
luck fate etc has taken
a lot of people...Ive had
my share of self inflicted
close calls...
My adopted mom the only
mom I knew..(three months
I was adopted to the family)
died of cancer just shy of
seventy one...and my birth
mom whom I met enough
to get too know her...ha
we are both the same
she did a tummy tuck
operation...got an infection
that plagued her for a
year and past in the
hospital at sixty two..
birth dad dead at fifty
seven due to alcoholism
all bright driven people..
with attitude to boot...
Lived hard...enjoyed
life and died rather
hard....

We the surviving and
living keep on trucking
as they used too say
modern advances
gave my mother twenty
more years
my dad kept trying but
had way too many
ghosts...had he not
have tried like a lot
on the rez would have
been gone earlier

his girlfriend the last
one was chronic and
died a few years ahead
of him...I saw her
hospitalizations and
condition near the
end....

Many of my friends
those I havent driven
away are given a set
of conditions too abide
by too live out the remaining
years....diabetics...
genetic heart conditions
disease...medications
assist too a large degree
with its handicaps
but allows them too run
down the road a few
more miles

I like your outlook
champagne and a fine leather
seat!!
I get a smal stipend from
working for years
barely a job now
a roof...sufffices too call
home...many dont have
a decent place or a roof

Its good to make the little
time and spend effort on
ourselves to treat when
we can......I do...
meals here and there
fancy coffee...second
hand clothes that are
very expensive new
I just have the eye too
know whats good in
taste and style like
Bunni that I stay
with often so we
are not alone at least
take the dog for walk
and stay active on
my mountian bike

I think about where U
live...the Bronte lands
all that beauty!
how the times they
grew up were very
harsh...Life is still
precious....
hold it close to your
heart which they can
repair and assist
Wishing U the best

Thank U!

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jane210660

Thu, 2016-07-28 08:16

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Esker, you are a total star.
Love your posts.
You would love the wild Bronte lands, they are truly desolate in places, but oh so beautiful. Wild winds and driving rain, heaths and fells, moors and sometimes a meadow here and there, hard gained by dour, determined hill farmers.
And sheep, hardy ones, cropping the moors in all weathers, huddled under dry stone walls in the worst weather.
I love it, it's a part of me. Jxxx
Oh did you ever get a copy of Wuthering Heights? If you can't find one, I'll pick a copy up from a bookstore or booksale here (cheap as chips from the right place) and send you one over.

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Esker

Thu, 2016-07-28 18:07

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I can just get one from the library Jane!!
probably the video too too watch on dvd
i would love it.....
I love our little trail and the old
small reservoir...horsehoe shaped
now...broken up but enough there
to make it an interesting ruin
the little creek
...the scrape pond
where they gathered the water
for the reservoir..a temporary
thing for a building project
sixties
further down the hill...

Thank U for the offer..
your proximity and share
is enough!!

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Esker

Thu, 2016-07-28 07:48

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spot on telly broadcast to watch
over a vegemite bisky snack
before slipping in the right
hand side of the auto
Rabbit foots key in the
starter position....
those were the days....

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Geezer

Thu, 2016-07-28 19:56

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the info. Makes it better to read now. Sometimes I wonder if it would be better not to have those memories. You know the saying; If you never had it, you won't miss it. Now that I'm old and decrepit, I miss those days a lot! Anyways, your imagination is pretty damn good. Most of what you write, sounds like first-hand memories! Always like what you are telling/writing. ~ Gee.

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Esker

Thu, 2016-07-28 22:30

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1969 gto ragtop...we raced a 1968 plymouth
and in a Satellite went from zero to eighty in a
terrifying short distance
that was the one with a turbocharger
the last kits from california
bondo buggies...
farmer kids hot rods
I was there
They ..my buddy and my chummie
who built this speedster
roared across a flat cops
on their tail
veered off the old highway
and turned off the lights
..one chummie laughing
steered straight
but my buddy knew the road
curved....grabbed the wheel
steered it enough..
they woke up when the
satellite hit the guard rail
at fifty eight miles
an hour...sparks and
destruction along the
two door passenger
door..had he not
grabbed the wheel
they would have gone
into this shallow creek
valley in a ball of flame
...there was a struggle
with the wheel....
but fate won out..both
are alive today! driving
modern shit boxes...

when I redid my four
banger zephryr to an
eight.........we were
seventy miles
an hour down
concession roads
listening to Molly
Hatchet..Flirting
with Disaster..
cranked on the
car stereo...
somehow we
survived our
youth...just
God was kind

.

putting a vend
on a nice stretch
of highway
is better I think
then the rather
complex reality

thank U!

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vandiemenspeak

Fri, 2016-07-29 10:02

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I'm heading to Melbourne next week, I will doubtless be hiring some grim sterile chariot to bear me south of the City. Melbourne can get crazy hot in the summer, the Bolt bridge cracked when i was over there last, working in shipping container offices at a work-site, building a wind farm in 40 plus degree heat, dragging the fellas out of there and into another cabin with air con to alleviate the nightmare, then put us up in a nice little beach front hotel, in a little town near bald hills wind farm, hot nights cold beers, no sleep ;) - I'm really hopeless with geography, but I got the Hume highway - highway's here are great, empty, endless roads, baking shimmering heat, dead roos, stop to take a leak and the smell of roadkill fills your nose, stinging eyes, dehydration, too many late nights, off to the next job. Mad max was one of those movies that seared Australia into my mind when I was a kid, long before I came over here, just like "picnic at hanging rock" did - there's an unforgiving sterility and stillness about the tense dry summer heat - makes you know you'r alive! Back in the car after a smoke, and bang, burn your hands on the steering wheel, and take off..

Nice little picture you have here, in the inimitable style, your picking up the lingo mate :)

Cheers.

Chris.

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

Esker

Mon, 2016-08-01 15:51

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baked beans at the old folks home

crikey

back in my werken days...I slugged er
gave er and got er done....we worked
in the heat waves here.....got sunstroke
in summer and froze....hypothermia
in winter...good pay...all dumped into the
houses the bank owned...
or the ex ol lady for all her stuff

they wanted to put up a windfarm south of
here in Powassan...rolling hills...but the
town shut down that idea....
on GTA 5 xbox game thats in hock they
have a windfarm.....and on my sim game
on the pc a flight game..there is a place
where there are three wind mills..

years ago towns had their own electric
stations all or most let go over the years
although the brick structure in South River
still exists...their original rail station still
stands...one of the oldest surviving along
the stretch!!

we have our heat right here
the ciccada insects with the familiry buzzing
parched lawns....dusty walks
the last of summer before the fogs in morning
start....and cold nights...rainy weather and
eventual leaves turning color...

I liked the movies Mad Max series
they were filmed great....story line interesting
Toe Cutter was quite the character
fave line of his for me was
too the station agent...
"His name was Night rider..."

borrowed the dead Roo line on the lastest
poem.....

thank U!

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