Why I’ll Never Trust a GPS Again (And Other Tales From My Recent Road Trip)




Why I’ll Never Trust a GPS Again (And Other Tales From My Recent Road Trip)


The Case of the Missing Bridge (and My Sanity)

We’ve all been there. You’re cruising along, windows down, music blasting, feeling like you’re in a car commercial. Then, your GPS utters those fateful words: “In 200 feet, turn left.” You glance out the window at the dense, unmarked forest staring back at you and think, “Did it stutter?”

Friends, let me tell you, mine did not stutter. What followed was a harrowing journey down a barely-there dirt road, convinced I was minutes away from starring in my own low-budget horror film. Let’s just say, I’m grateful my adventurous spirit doesn’t extend to footwear choices – those hiking boots would not have been cute.

other plans. I’m talking about those stretches of highway where the only signs of civilization are tumbleweeds and the occasional abandoned gas station.

Did I mention I was traveling with my friend who’s basically a human garbage disposal with a refined palate? Yeah, let’s just say those gas station sandwiches and I got very well acquainted. On the bright side, I’ve discovered a newfound appreciation for the simple things in life, like a bag of chips that doesn’t taste like it’s been sitting on the shelf since the last ice age.

The Perils of the Scenic Route

One of the great joys of road trips is stumbling upon those hidden gems you’d never find otherwise. Breathtaking vistas, charming small towns, the world is your oyster! Unless, of course, your GPS mistakes “scenic route” for “obstacle course designed by a rogue team of civil engineers.”

Think winding mountain roads so narrow, you practically have to inhale to squeeze through. Think switchbacks so sharp, you’d swear you’re driving in circles. And don’t even get me started on the wildlife encounters. Let’s just say, I’m fairly certain that family of deer is still gossiping about the crazy lady in the car who wouldn’t stop honking.

Road Trip?

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not advocating for a return to the days of paper maps and compasses. But after my recent adventure, I’ve learned a valuable lesson: sometimes, the best travel companion is a healthy dose of skepticism and a good old-fashioned sense of direction.

What about you? Have you ever had a road trip where technology led you astray? Share your hilarious, hair-raising, or heartwarming tales in the comments below!