"I’ll REALLY drive you mad!" the Sat Nav voice (in it's best Female Career Politico - voice to the driver!" - "This Lady's NOT for Turning but U-Turn when it's safe to on the motorway!"
No one with half a brain would have driven over Morley Bridge in Devon…
A bridge not used since the stage coach transporting Ross Poldark back to Cornwalll after his stint as an MP ... in 1790 -ish...
(OK so I wwere a lad when it were on the telly!)
A bloke on an articulated truck did.
Why?
Because that nagging dicatatorial “I know best voice” behind his Sat Nav “told him to.”
After all – getting stuck in the country and having the police chopper and half the force to help you back to civilisation just has to be better than sitting it out in the jam on the A wotsit… don’t it?
Ah.. for the good old days of having a ruck with my wife over the map reading - happy days…
But this gadget – can get you just as cross

… after all they send you along a route which would have caused Christopher Columbus and Marco Polo alike to go a whiter shade of pale … after all no one with half a brain would surely take that road down to Slaley … well t' isn't exactly a road. More a - dunno really.
Look –

no one tried to drive a stagecoach along it – let alone a car - since Dick Turpin rode Black Bess along it.

Yeah I know – it told you the speed limit of that other road and just happened to mention that other kind of highwayman – but you sure this does the suspension any good?
Neil Lyndon in yesterday's Waily fondly recalls testing a BMW Sat Nav way back in 1995 – when it lost all 6 satellites and he got – er – a bit – er – well – er lost…

Or rather the female voice telling him what to do - told him the quickest way to Cologne was driving into the Rhine…

- and such was his faith in this superior intelligence that he almost took her word for it and drove. - Into the arms of Lorelei.
Lyndon confesses to doing the simple straightforward – ignore the wife and her maps

- that guy walking his dog – just has to be local - he’’ be in the know … I’ll ask him…
And like the reporter - I appear to have a compulsion

to choose the one who is either sizzled, demented or an eco warrior who takes one look at my nice family car (foreign make) … and …no dice…
His wife – just like my Alice storms - “look why don’t you let me read the.

Map?
And like Neil in the paper – I feebly reply “But that’s less sociable. - Less human”!
But nothing’s less human than the Sat nav…

proudly perched on the dash (and sensibly placed by normal drivers

and positioned worse than those furry dice by the chav brigade

(And we have a word in teir ear shell -- like

and just offer some pally advice

) – it gives cheery messages like “You have a gooday!

And smugly tells you have arrived at your destination … in the middle of the traffic jam from hell

and forgot to tell about the congestion charge as well….
Neil Lyndon says his soothingly told him to take a U turn if possible… he was on the M1 at the time…

He wanted to [i] " punch its self-satisfied lights out "/i] his amusing article.
He goes on to say
Quote:
You can spot its victims… they surrendered their free will and intelligence to the device…innocently setting off on their journeys and ending up perched on a disused hump bridge in the middle of nowhere…
Don’t get me wrong… like all gadgets – you have to use it with common sense … and yes – since it does appear to know most speed limits on most of the normal roads and where the cams are. It can be helpful. However, if you take its advice as to how to avoid the speed traps. And dodge the “passenger lane jam” – you may find your journey takes longer than sitting in the jam listening to the dulcet tones of Fran, Fenella… and Sally Traffic

in between the "Togcasters."
