No wonder lorries get stuck on those tiny forsaken roads!
They’ve probably have got that same crappy sat-nav I asked to guide me to my destination this morning.
When I left home, it told me I was going to arrive five minutes after I was supposed to be at the meeting point. I had estimated 1.5 hours of driving, and rounded up to 2 to be on the safe side. The sat-nav said 2.5.
I didn’t want to overspeed, but was constantly on the limit, and every mile, the little pratt added one minute to the estimated time of arrival. I couldn’t be late. Simple as that.
I didn’t suspect anything fishy for about 50 km, but then it guided me off the main road, on to a longer, older rout.
It kept bugging me to turn back when I chose the main road. When that didn’t work, it started recalculating, and constantly needed to remind me that I was an idiot not following excellent directions.
At the next possible junction, it told me yet again to get off the main road and follow a parallel one instead.
A couple of years ago, when there was a road block because of roadworks, the first 300 meters or so of this road was used as an alternative lane. Somehow, I got lost in the dark, and didn’t get off it. It’s not supposed to serve anything else but the houses along it. It’s mostly parallel to the main road for about 30 km. And not the fastest way. As mr. Smartypants (aka Sat-Nav) tired to convince me. Good thing I’ve got some common sense, and a fair idea of the fastest rout.
I got to the meeting point in 1.5 hours.
God knows how late I would have been if I had listened to the recalculating lady.
I’m still not convinced.
But it’s handy for finding the right address, I’ll give it that!