OK. This is more of an observation than a rant, so it’s hardly pitworthy.
Tonight, I had my first experience of satellite navigation (on land) in a taxi on my way home from work. The trip is one I make daily in my own car, but tonight I was in a cab, and as the boss was paying for it anyway, and there are various routes to my house, I decided to let the SatNav thingy (of which the driver was very proud) show me what it could do.
TURN…RIGHT…ONE…HUNDRED…METRES…AHEAD, the American-accented voice booms authoritavely out of the dash.
This is okay except we’re actually about three car lengths from the turn, in the wrong lane, and travelling at speed. “Ummm, mate I think we’re supposed to…” Screeeeeeee
TAKE…THE…SECOND…TURN…ON…THE…RIGHT…
Hmmmmm, the second on the right is actually a dead end. The cabbie looks confused. Aah, no wait a sec. He’s got it. The machine means we are to follow the main road around to the right a little later (there’s nowhere else to go anyway).
We’re now on the highway, and rapidly approaching the turn I always take to go home (and after eight years I’ve tried each way, and trust me, I know the shortest). I’m thinking, “C’mon, you clattering case of cathodes and crap coding, speak up man!”
Silence from the machine.
The taxi continues on its merry way towards Melbourne, a thousand kilometres to the south. OK, so the trip home normally takes twenty-five minutes, but Melbourne’s nice this time of year, and we should be there by the middle of the next day.
TURN…RIGHT…TWO…HUNDRED…METRES…AHEAD.
By Jove, I think the boy’s got it! We turn onto a road which conceivably might be used to go to my suburb.
TURN…LEFT…ONTO…THE…MOTORWAY.
WTF? The Motor-bloody-way? If we go onto the motorway, we’d have to take the first exit, and then backtrack to my house, paying a hefty toll in the process. And it’s after midnight, so the normal road is quicker anyway. So I finally told the cabbie to ignore the machine, and to follow my directions. Eventually, we turn onto my street. “Is your house on the left?”, the cabbie asks me. “Yes mate”.
THE…DESTINATION…IS…ON…THE…
(Waaaaait for it! Waaaaait for it!)
…LEFT!
The cabbie adopts the look of a proud father.
“May I ask how much this thing cost you?”
“Only three and a half grand mate. Isn’t she a beaut?”
Hmmmm.
So anyone else had experiences with this technology? Good? Bad? I don’t think I’ll be rushing to install it in my car.