I use a sophisiticated GPS, although to you it might look like a map in the top clear pocekt of my oxford tankbag.
And of course I never look at the map because I am a man. Oh yes.
In fact I took part in one of the original SatNav design studies for users navigation systems conducted by HUSAT in the early or mid-1990s. I was required to drive to various locations where I would open an envlope giving the next address. I then went there, etc. We were fully supplied with maps and had to describe our navigation style after (no actual satnav was in the car).
One night in the pub I was approached by a drunk guy who was laughing his head off - said I entertained his team no end and was a total star. Turns out he was the team leader and the car was secretly fitted with 6 cameras to observe behaviour. He said I drove randomly at speed for hours, singing my head off to tapes I'd brought with me.
Still, works for me.
Motorcycle songlist:
Best blast soundtrack:Born to be wild (Steppenwolf)
Best sunny ride: Runnin' down a dream (Tom Petty)
Don't want to hear ...: Slip, slidin' away, Caught by the Fuzz or Bam Thwok!(Paul Simon/Supergrass/The Pixies)
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