Well, I'm not sure if he is actually a member or not, but I raced him in my Bonneville and won--barely.
My wife gave birth to our second child on March 2, 2003--almost in my front seat. After spending the day in the hospital, they discharged my wife and told her to go home--that she was experiencing false labor (from 7:00 am to 5:00 pm in the hospital). They said that we should wait for the contractions to be 3-4 minutes apart for at least an hour. So we loaded up her Mercury Villager (her chariot of choice) and made the 45 minute ride home. At 6:30 I decided to start timing her contractions--they were averaging 2 min and 30 seconds apart! I timed them for twenty minutes for consistancy, at which time I told my wife that we were not going to wait the requested hour, that ten more minutes would suffice. After two more contractions I said "screw the 10 minutes, we're going!"
I called the hospital and her midwife on the way down to start the car. Upon reaching the cars I took one look at my "Supercharged" logo, glanced back at the loaded (with baby and mommy stuff) Villager and made a quick decision. I started my Bonnie and threw all the stuff into the trunk--running back up-stairs to my wife. At 7:20 pm I laid the accelerator parallel to the floor and watched the speedometer clime quickly to 90 mph. I kept it at 90-95 except through the five or six stop lights/signs that I slowed down for. Had it not been for the icy spots and the fear of encountering a dear on the back roads, I would have tested the speed limiter. All the while my wife was screaming "We're not going to make it! We're not going to make it!" which only fueled my determination to "make it". Towards the hospital there is a village--just north of Kalamazoo--called Parchment. They are known for two things: this is where most of America'* Parchment paper came from in the 30'*-80'*, and they strictly enforce their speed limit of 25 mph. Out of respect for the village of Parchment, I slowed down to 70 mph and stopped for one of there several stop lights (of course I let the fool in front of me know that I wasn't happy for making me stop--as I blew past him flashing an sounding my horn). In turn he flashed me and tried to keep up with me to let me know what a jerk I was
I pulled into the emergency room enterence at 7:40 pm--leaving my car for security to park. Twenty minutes later our son was born.
By my calculations, had I driven the speed limit and stopped for all lights, our son would have been born five minutes before reaching the ER enterence.--Sorry Kiddo, we'll have to race again when you have your driver'* license and a car of your own...I won this race.
P.*. Should I have posted this in the "Kills" section?