I was reading Musette’s post of a couple days ago and started to comment, then the comment became so Proustian in length I decided just to make it a post in itself.
I hate winter. I grew up in New England and dealt with snow because it’s something you simply cannot escape, and when you grow up with it you just deal. Even at times when it’s too dangerous for the heating oil people to come up the hill until some of it melts and you’re going to spending the night wearing all your clothes and as many blankets as you can scrounge. I also lived briefly in the midwest and winters there made me wonder why people in Detroit waited so freaking long to invent the heated steering wheel? My STS had heated seats that I adored and I live in California. To where I moved in part to never have to cope with snow. Even if the big one hits tomorrow and flings me in the general direction of Hawaii, 25 years of 70 degree winters will make becoming minnow food worth it.
As far as GPS, the last time I used one was when my friend Bitsy came to visit and she had one in her rental. She programmed it to get to Santa Barbara. It had a rather snotty accent, and first directed me to go North on Maple and make a left on Santa Monica. Only problem was that not only is there no light there, there’s no road. A stand of trees runs between Civic Center Drive and Santa Monica and I don’t think Avis would approve of me going 4-wheeling in the Mitsubishi Mylanta or whatever it was.
Sally Lou, as we eventually christened her, snipplily intoned “Recalculating!”
This was a recurring theme. I’ve lived in LA long enough to know what streets to take and which ones not to. Sally Lou invariably picked the worst possible options and got snippy every time I declined her advice. Including having a partial meltdown when, on the way back from Santa Barbara going to Ojai, I refused to take her advice and took an exit that woul save me 60 miles and actually be scenic.
But people love them. I remember going a to a meeting downtown with a friend of mine. She had CoMand in her Benz and was trying to program the destination in at stop lights. Which was about as easy as trying to play chess on a roller coaster. I kept telling her (since I worked downtown for more than a decade) exactly how to get there, she tap, tap, tapped until German Engineering told us to get on the Hollywood Freeway. You NEVER want to get on the Hollywood Freeway at 8am going downtown. You could walk faster.
I’m sure they’re getting better (although my time in a 2013 SRX with CUE means the jury is still out) but I think I’ll rely upon myself and my ancient copy of the Thomas Guide, at least for travel in Los Angeles County, thanks.
Image: From this site, WordPress is hating me at the moment and won’t let me upload mine.