TTAC How To: Four Must-Haves For The Young Family's First Road Trip

Timothy Cain
by Timothy Cain

Just when I think to myself, Do we really need a minivan?, we plan a week-long road trip to Prince Edward Island. We didn’t need to add mileage to the lease on GCBC’s long-term 2015 Honda Odyssey EX. We had the option of driving a 2017 Ford Escape Titanium EcoBoost 2.0 from the press fleet instead.

But numbers matter. Indeed, the numbers pertaining to the cargo volume available behind the second rows of each vehicle matter greatly. 34.3 cubic feet vs. 93.1 cubic feet: nearly triple the amount of space for our stuff.

Yeah, we’ll take the van.

So for the first time with a three-year-old and a five-week-old — and a five-year-old canine companion — we set off on a properly long drive.

Did we remember everything? Almost. Was the familial tension level elevated by the time we set off? Slightly. But we persevered because of strict adherence to the four-pronged Cain Family Road Trip Code. Opinions regarding road trip preparation may differ, but not in our household.

A LIST


So cold and clinical. So premeditated and deliberate.

Lists.

But the assumptions we once held — that we could remember what we needed to remember — have long since flown out the window.

Turn the heat down, don’t forget all of our chargers, remember one kid’s probiotics and rubber boots and the other’s snowsuit, grab toques and gloves and 15 other things. Even with a list, we forgot the dog’s weekly medication and the power cord for my Mac Mini. How much worse would it have been if we hadn’t pre-planned? Forget impulsivity, remember to make a list.

SOME FOOD


I’m lanky, but I’m not a particularly large fella. Mrs. Cain is downright petite. But we grow big babies.

Big boys are hungry boys. One is still young enough that he simply requires his mother to have eaten plenty in advance. The other enjoys meal-sized snacks.

But who are we kidding: on a road trip, snacks aren’t just for hunger. Snacks are intended to solve problems. Every problem. Bored? Have some peanuts. Sad? Here’s some dehydrated mango. Hyper? Here’s a muffin.

“Are we there yet?”

No, we’re not even close, but here’s a rice cake. You’ve watched enough Bob The Builder, but I bet I distract you with one all dressed Ruffles chip out of the bag from which I’ve been surreptitiously partaking over the last two hours.

REASONABLE GOALS


If he needs a bathroom now, the bladder won’t become less full by telling him to hold it until the next exit, 10 miles up the road. You’ve got a plan, of course, and it’s a good plan. It’s a noble plan. It’s a plan that, if executed to perfection, will have you at the grandmothers’ in record time. But in order to fulfill every aspect of your plan, you’re going to need to make your occupants unhappy.

The dog is whining. She wants to run around a soccer field she has never seen before. That’s a good chance for the infant to be nursed and the three-year-old to pee behind some trees.

You’re 15 minutes behind schedule now, but they’re happy. And you already know your happiness depends on their happiness, so enjoy the journey and de-prioritize the ETA.

A MINIVAN


Besides the fact that, by simply elevating two pieces of furniture that were hidden in the floor, we used all three rows of our 2015 Honda Odyssey all last week and will do so again next week, a minivan truly shines as a long-distance five-seater.

Ninety-three cubic feet of cargo capacity is an otherworldly figure, particularly given the expansive nature of the forward cabin. (Mrs. Cain migrates between the front and the middle seat in the second row and has spread across the outboard floor tons of stuff to entertain the little ones.) In addition to plenty of space left over for the 70-pound dog, there’s a Baby Jogger Summit X3 folded with its wheels on, one large suitcase per person, a vast Costco bag full of groceries, a gigantic body pillow, a small crate for the dog’s food and accessories, and a bunch of other items strewn about. And we have not even considered the available height of the cargo area.

Real world highway fuel efficiency of 31 miles per gallon, plenty of power to overtake on New Brunswick’s seemingly never-ending Route 16 towards the Confederation Bridge, vast windows and upright seating positions so the kids can see their surroundings, “good” scores in every IIHS crash test, a five-star NHTSA rating, and enough space to bring everything you could possibly want or need while you’re away. That’s what a minivan can do.

That’s what the 2017 Ford Escape couldn’t have done.

You can make a list, bring some food, and set reasonable goals. But if you’re a young family road-tripping without a minivan, you’re doing it wrong.

[Images: © 2016 Timothy Cain/The Truth About Cars]

Timothy Cain is the founder of GoodCarBadCar.net, which obsesses over the free and frequent publication of U.S. and Canadian auto sales figures. Follow on Twitter @goodcarbadcar and on Facebook.

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  • Carlson Fan Carlson Fan on Nov 25, 2016

    "But if you’re a young family road-tripping without a minivan, you’re doing it wrong." I've rented enough minivans while on family vacations to know I'd rather have my Tahoe. A lot nicer to drive and sit in. Plus they don't tow like a 'Hoe!.....LOL

  • Ajla Ajla on Nov 26, 2016

    Any of my swimmers strong enough to slip past three layers of birth control to infiltrate the iron uterus of whatever Eastern European stripper I'm with at the time will be fine riding in a sedan for the weekend visit.

  • CoastieLenn I would do dirrrrrrty things for a pristine 95-96 Thunderbird SC.
  • Whynotaztec Like any other lease offer it makes sense to compare it to a purchase and see where you end up. The math isn’t all that hard and sometimes a lease can make sense, sometimes it can’t. the tough part with EVs now is where is the residual or trade in value going to be in 3 years?
  • Rick T. "If your driving conditions include near-freezing temps for a few months of the year, seek out a set of all-seasons. But if sunshine is frequent and the spectre of 60F weather strikes fear into the hearts of your neighbourhood, all-seasons could be a great choice." So all-seasons it is, apparently!
  • 1995 SC Should anyone here get a wild hair and buy this I have the 500 dollar tool you need to bleed the rear brakes if you have to crack open the ABS. Given the state you will. I love these cars (obviously) but trust me, as an owner you will be miles ahead to shell out for one that was maintained. But properly sorted these things will devour highway miles and that 4.6 will run forever and should be way less of a diva than my blown 3.8 equipped one. (and forget the NA 3.8...140HP was no match for this car).As an aside, if you drive this you will instantly realize how ergonomically bad modern cars are.These wheels look like the 17's you could get on a Fox Body Cobra R. I've always had it in the back of my mind to get a set in the right bolt pattern so I could upgrade the brakes but I just don't want to mess up the ride. If that was too much to read, from someone intamately familiar with MN-12's, skip this one. The ground effects alone make it worth a pass. They are not esecially easy to work on either.
  • Macca This one definitely brings back memories - my dad was a Ford-guy through the '80s and into the '90s, and my family had two MN12 vehicles, a '93 Thunderbird LX (maroon over gray) purchased for my mom around 1995 and an '89 Cougar LS (white over red velour, digital dash) for my brother's second car acquired a year or so later. The Essex V6's 140 hp was wholly inadequate for the ~3,600 lb car, but the look of the T-Bird seemed fairly exotic at the time in a small Midwest town. This was of course pre-modern internet days and we had no idea of the Essex head gasket woes held in store for both cars.The first to grenade was my bro's Cougar, circa 1997. My dad found a crate 3.8L and a local mechanic replaced it - though the new engine never felt quite right (rough idle). I remember expecting something miraculous from the new engine and then realizing that it was substandard even when new. Shortly thereafter my dad replaced the Thunderbird for my mom and took the Cougar for a new highway commute, giving my brother the Thunderbird. Not long after, the T-Bird's 3.8L V6 also suffered from head gasket failure which spelled its demise again under my brother's ownership. The stately Cougar was sold to a family member and it suffered the same head gasket fate with about 60,000 miles on the new engine.Combine this with multiple first-gen Taurus transmission issues and a lemon '86 Aerostar and my dad's brand loyalty came to an end in the late '90s with his purchase of a fourth-gen Maxima. I saw a mid-90s Thunderbird the other day for the first time in ages and it's still a fairly handsome design. Shame the mechanicals were such a letdown.
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