Having nothing to do with Mustangs - but here's a little story with a couple of FORD products in it (indicated in Blue).
A little setup: Today (4/18) is my son Matt's birthday. My sweet wife Sue (Mrs StDr) was "called in" to recover a patient after emergency surgery at about 4:30AM local. Sometime around 5:30-6:00; both Matt and I woke up and started our day. At 7:15 my wife came home from work and suggested a nice Sunday AM dinner at a local eatery for "just the 3 of us, let the other kids sleep!" Since my idea towards eating out is somewhat like that of our resident Hemming's writer (Chepsk8); the thought of paying to feed only half the crew appealed. Well, then Jessie woke up, then Trish (1/2NK); so it looked like the whole gang was going, until Justin (NoKitten) mumbled from his pillow that we should just go as the immediate family (as long as we all got out of the living room and let him go back to sleep
). So we did. After breakfast and on the way home, we were sitting at a stop light just three blocks from our town's primary major arterial intersection; and saw a rather interesting multi-car pileup "down the road" at that major intersection. Shot through our light and dove into a bank's parking lot so Mrs. StDr could bail out and play "angel of mercy" for the victims and I helped direct traffic (too much time as an S.O. reservist and Emergency Management guy).
A Little More Setup: The vehicles involved were: A Toyota Tacoma P/U traveling South at a good clip; driver hoping to "make it through under the yellow" (she didn't, it was RED by then). An '03 Dodge Ram Quad Cab had been traveling North, but was stuck in the intersection trying to turn left (West) when the light turned red. This guy thoughT "red light, now I can turn and get out of everybody's way" (he didn't, 'cause the Toyota was haulin' a$$ to blow through the light 
). Force of the crash spins the 4670lb Ram around 270+ degrees; until it comes to a rest in/on a little GMC S-10 and a Mercury Sable that had been sitting at the stoplight in the eastbound lanes. By the way, the Ram is a "sport" model; all white, no chrome anywhere except the door badges and tailgate badge (just like Mrs. StDr's Quad Cab)
The Part Where NoKitten Freaks Out: Justin (in Dammit the Bronco) comes driving up to the intersection; on his way to his storage unit. Sees the wreck (how can he NOT see it, it's all over the intersection), sees the mangled all-white Dodge, sees me now talking to a local PD, DOESN'T SEE Mrs StDr "checking out" the victims in the Mercury and DOESN'T SEE our Ram (with the kids in it) sitting in the bank parking lot. So now he's sitting there all googly eyed, thinking about 1/2 NK (and maybe even thinking about the rest of us) being in the wreck. I guess he finally calmed down when I answered my cellphone with "Hello, chill out, that's not our truck" At the time we left the scene, only one vic had gone to the ER; the lady in the Sable, who has diabetes and a heart history - the physical shock was messing with her vitals so Sue mentioned her "CCRN, ACLS" title to the EMT's and "suggested" they push for transport. The rest refused.
We're all at home now, and NK mentioned something about shampooing the front seat of the Bronco???
Still Dreamin'
A little setup: Today (4/18) is my son Matt's birthday. My sweet wife Sue (Mrs StDr) was "called in" to recover a patient after emergency surgery at about 4:30AM local. Sometime around 5:30-6:00; both Matt and I woke up and started our day. At 7:15 my wife came home from work and suggested a nice Sunday AM dinner at a local eatery for "just the 3 of us, let the other kids sleep!" Since my idea towards eating out is somewhat like that of our resident Hemming's writer (Chepsk8); the thought of paying to feed only half the crew appealed. Well, then Jessie woke up, then Trish (1/2NK); so it looked like the whole gang was going, until Justin (NoKitten) mumbled from his pillow that we should just go as the immediate family (as long as we all got out of the living room and let him go back to sleep
). So we did. After breakfast and on the way home, we were sitting at a stop light just three blocks from our town's primary major arterial intersection; and saw a rather interesting multi-car pileup "down the road" at that major intersection. Shot through our light and dove into a bank's parking lot so Mrs. StDr could bail out and play "angel of mercy" for the victims and I helped direct traffic (too much time as an S.O. reservist and Emergency Management guy).A Little More Setup: The vehicles involved were: A Toyota Tacoma P/U traveling South at a good clip; driver hoping to "make it through under the yellow" (she didn't, it was RED by then
). An '03 Dodge Ram Quad Cab had been traveling North, but was stuck in the intersection trying to turn left (West) when the light turned red. This guy thoughT "red light, now I can turn and get out of everybody's way" (he didn't, 'cause the Toyota was haulin' a$$ to blow through the light ). Force of the crash spins the 4670lb Ram around 270+ degrees; until it comes to a rest in/on a little GMC S-10 and a Mercury Sable that had been sitting at the stoplight in the eastbound lanes. By the way, the Ram is a "sport" model; all white, no chrome anywhere except the door badges and tailgate badge (just like Mrs. StDr's Quad Cab)The Part Where NoKitten Freaks Out: Justin (in Dammit the Bronco) comes driving up to the intersection; on his way to his storage unit. Sees the wreck (how can he NOT see it, it's all over the intersection), sees the mangled all-white Dodge, sees me now talking to a local PD, DOESN'T SEE Mrs StDr "checking out" the victims in the Mercury and DOESN'T SEE our Ram (with the kids in it) sitting in the bank parking lot. So now he's sitting there all googly eyed, thinking about 1/2 NK (and maybe even thinking about the rest of us) being in the wreck. I guess he finally calmed down when I answered my cellphone with "Hello, chill out, that's not our truck" At the time we left the scene, only one vic had gone to the ER; the lady in the Sable, who has diabetes and a heart history - the physical shock was messing with her vitals so Sue mentioned her "CCRN, ACLS" title to the EMT's and "suggested" they push for transport. The rest refused.
We're all at home now, and NK mentioned something about shampooing the front seat of the Bronco???
Still Dreamin'
