2011 Ford Mustang GT: Baby Delivery Vehicle
April 29, 2011
Alright, so I have to apologize for the blurry photo. It was taken at a hospital emergency parking lot about 4 a.m. on Tuesday. That's my very pregnant wife in the photo. After I saw it came out so poorly, I tried taking another, but at that point my wife said: "Wait, you're taking a picture for work?! Come on already!"I guess she was a bit annoyed seeing as how she was having contractions and ready to give birth, and I was screwing around trying to take another picture.
Read on for a couple mildly amusing anecdotes about using our long-term Mustang as a baby delivery vehicle.
[Precursor: my wife was very much preggers, with a due date of last Sunday.]
So on Tuesday morning around 3:15, she woke me up to tell me it was time to go to the hospital. Her contractions had started about an hour before. The interesting thing about baby delivery experience -- if you haven't gone through it before, that is -- is that it's nothing like what you see on TV. Unless there's an emergency, there's really no need to frantically drive to the hospital at 140 mph with a police escort and your wife screaming in the passenger seat. OK, yeah, that would have been a pretty awesome story to tell here. But the reality is that once contractions start, you've typically still got plenty of time.
As I was getting my stuff together, she asked me what vehicle we were taking to the hospital. Umm I hadn't really thought about it. Taking the Mustang seemed more appealing than her SUV. Besides my wife, I had to take a small suitcase and a rear-facing child safety seat. No problem, I thought.
Well, I thought wrong. The suitcase was no problem going into the trunk. But then I realized that there was no way I was going to get the safety seat installed. The Mustang's rear seat cushion is so heavily bolstered that the seat's base wouldn't fit, and to make room for the actual child seat it I'd have to move the front passenger seat so far forward there'd be no room for my wife. But I didn't want to go back to the SUV, so I just threw it in the back of the Mustang, figuring I'd worry about it later.
I knew I made the right choice as soon as I fired up the Mustang and heard the rumbling 5.0-liter V8. As a car enthusiast, it just seemed right going to the hospital for the delivery of my son in a Mustang. My wife seemed to be mostly agreeable to the Mustang, too. I kept to about 70 mph. But about half way in on the 25-minute freeway drive to the hospital, her contractions quickened from a 5-minute interval to a more serious 1- or 2-minute interval. Even knowing we had time, I suddenly thought: What if her water breaks while in the car? That's one clean-up I wouldn't want to have to explain. Consequently, I kicked up the Mustang's speed a bit after that.
Thankfully, we made it just fine to the hospital and the delivery went great. I ended up having to go back to our house by myself later on, and eventually I just switched out the Mustang for my wife's SUV. That was a bummer, but there just wasn't a way to get the three of us comfortable and safe. All in all, though, I'm glad I had our long-term Mustang on that memorable morning.
Brent Romans, Senior Automotive Editor