What is it about GPS Sat Nav that you feel compelled to ignore the instructions? Why do you think thst there is some over-riding military conspiracy about the directions? Why is this made worse by somebody entering the incorrect instructions?
We're driving through LA and have just been to Hollywood and eating in the (in)famous Mels Diner when Marie wants to see Beverley Hills. So she looks for Rodeo Drive in the GPS and off we go. As we're heading out of LA into areas of dubious nature I bravely venture the fashionable question of the trip, "Are you sure we're going the right way". This single question, posed by either one of us, is enough to illicit words of more than 10 syllables....Marie looks at me in utter disgust!
As we near the destination, I notice that our family of 4, white, English pale, middle class driving a huge Dodge Charger (brand new) looks a bit out of source. The problem is I've seen a signpost for "Crenshaw". Aficionados of west-coast hippity-hop music will know that most of the hardcore, straight-out-of-jail gang groups refer to Crenshaw as the home of all things "gangsta". After questioning whether the Beckhams or Cruises' would live around this neck of the woods I discover Marie has entered into the GPS "Rodeo Road".
I would like to say that we stopped off and asked some chaps hanging on the corners with pit bull terriers, "Excuse me young chap, we seem to have come into your area by mistake! Would you kindly point us in the right direction". Sadly, I succumbed to media stereotypes and got the hell out of there.
We're now using paper maps and a compass - which should mean we'll end up near Tongo soon.
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