An interesting article about blind faith in dashboard GPS units. In Death Valley, no less.
>The GPS told them to go 550 feet, then turn right, Cooper says.
>"Well, at 550 feet it was like a little path, and then it was like, go a quarter of a mile and turn left. There was nothing there. She had me running in circles for hours and hours and hours"
(Spoiler – 3 days later she and her family were rescued)
http://www.npr.org/2011/07/26/137646147/the-gps-a-fatally-misleading-travel-companion
Too bad someone didn't show up and say "Here's your sign".
I do not know how many bad roads I have found on my gps maps. The number is significant. But I have yet to let the machine override my brain.
Just think how much fun it will be to watch these idiots get lost after Light Squared has its way.
Reminds me of my nightmare of a trip to Montana recently. The destination was nice, but getting there was holy hell because my sister drove and she trusted the GPS more than she trusted me. There were a few times that I was telling her to get in the left lane when the GPS hadn't given warning of a left turn or she was zoomed too far out to see it was a left turn.
I can drive between Texas and northern Colorado with my eyes closed by way of 4 different routes, and now having been to Missoula/Corvallis, I could probably make it back there without a map. We only had to circle round about 4 times because of her moronic overdependency on that infernal contraption.
I spell GPS differently, it's MAP.
My sister relayed to me that when there when my father was inducted to the NYS Softball Hall of Fame, and the ceremony was in Binghamton(sp?), my brother who lives in Raleigh, NC was with her. Being unfamiliar with Binghamton, they weren't sure where they were going, my brother said "Don't worry, I'm a Surveyor". So now my sister says GPS means "Germiller Positioning System"
