Of course Ford nutters are horrified, the rest of the world won't be surprised. You see the Falcon is a dinosaur. An inefficient behemoth that is decades past it's use-by date. I say this as a previous Ford owner - my very first car was a Cortina.
Now-days, Falcons can be roughly grouped into three categories:
Type I (car older than 10 years) - the car will be rough, lowered and on it's way to, or from a crime scene. It will be driven by a shaven headed male Bogan who still thinks it's cool to do a burnout from every standing start. Cops love these guys because they are too stupid to be difficult to catch. Occasionally driven by the Bogan's skanky moll on her way to court, or Prison, to see her man.
Type II (less than 10 years old and driven aggressively) - these are driven almost exclusively by fat males who still think they're 21 and have ABs. They drink too much, laugh too loud and are generally obnoxious people to be around. They wear offensive shorts, have acres of pale flesh and are prone to road rage. Their wives hate them. If you're being aggressively tail-gaited by a Ford Falcon Ute chances are you're seeing a Type II. Be very afraid.
Type III (any age Falcon in excellent condition). A true enthusiast with a passion for the brand. Most commonly seen on Sunday drives with the husband driving and the wife in the passenger seat. They will be packing a thermos and actually use maps. These people are fun to be around if you share their obsession, otherwise they tend to bore. Their Falcon will be pristine or actively on it's way to becoming so.
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