So I'm copying and pasting the directions from Streets & Trips and of course the nice young lady has to speak the directions to me. I surprised myself with how nasty my tone was when I said "you f-ing b****". lol Oh I said it like I'd been married to her for 20 or 30 years and hated every second of it. But that realization brought a smile to my face. I've seen friends with worse marriages...

 

Maybe bit contentious here but I would ban the ****ing things; too many drivers watch those damn devices like bloody television sets when driving. What happened to map reading and experience?
My argument against GPS or SATNAV thingymabobs is that they cause accidents and lead to driver reliance on them.
If a European driver gets into a fix using those damn blasted things then God only knows what happens over there.
Smash the bloody things with hammers and get back to basics!

 

I wouldn't have one, but my new co-driver brought one on board the day he showed up. Couldn't find his ass with both hands and a flashlight without her! [and he carries a flashlight on his belt!]

I call her "the bitch in a box." I'm sure no one here would be surprised to learn that I argue with her constantly. Actually... there is little argument. She is usually wrong, and I am always right! After awhile, she just gets tired and either shuts down or just falls off the windshield, landing on her FACE! :lol:

Not having a wife for some 30 years now... I DO find myself being attracted to her... in a purely platonic fashion. She saves me a very FEW mental calculations as to distance left and ETA's (that I can do on my own and in my head.) In return... I validate her existence.

I like to watch her get "spastic" when I take a detour or a shortcut. The other night, she was BEGGING me to make a U-Turn on a two-lane road to get back to the safety of what SHE knows.

I guess we wore the first one out. I'm on our second Bitch in the box now. This one THINKS she knows the speed limits on every stretch of highway across the country. Of course... she is usually wrong. Doesn't keep her from yelling at me for speeding tho! [when I'm NOT.]

Still, in the words of an old song, "I've grown accustomed to her face." I think I miss her when she's gone. I don't have time to revive her, pet her, and sustain her when she fails or shuts down and falls off the windshield. [my co-driver does all of that "maintenance" stuff] I'm a truck driver with a job to do. I tell her what I told my ex-wife: "If you're going to LEAVE me every time you feel like it... just stay gone!"

 

Mine (Microsoft Anna) has very long shapely legs and a stern but beautiful face. Her dark brown hair is always perfect. She's like a cross between a pron actress and the almost hot Social Studies teacher you had in school. I love her. I hate her. I'll miss her when I lose my tolerance for 1s and 0s and throw her out the window in a fit of rage.

 

I tried to teach mine to think outside the box.


Her tone became borderline snippy, as she would loose her patience with me... "..Recalculating..."
(try it with a British accent...see what I mean?)


I even reminded 'she who must be obeyed' of what I did to the toaster.... I think she rolled her eyes!
Typical woman, won't listen to reason, only her internal commands.

If it weren't for s-s-s-s-s-Sarah... I guess I'd be more like some of you guys.