My directional dysfunction does not even rise to joke worthy. I’m pathetic. “She means the other right,” is heard standardly in my car. I have a compass, and can tell what direction I’m going, but need to squeeze my eyes shut and mentally orient the compass in order to turn and go a different direction. Not good at stop lights. In order to drive four or five hundred miles and arrive at a specific location in order to set up a show, I needed a system. Mine was an envelope. Business size. To get to New Paltz, for example, the first line on my envelope said I80E to exit XX, I84N. Second line said I84N to exit XX, route 208 north to New Paltz. Third line told me to turn left at the light in New Paltz. Fourth line to turn left on the fairground road. Then I had several lines to get me to the motel. I did not deviate, even if other people said “We could probably get there if we took that road.” I could tuck my envelope in my steering wheel cover and follow my instructions line by line and get there. I took good care of my envelopes, added notations, noted when exits changed, occasionally found a better way around towns. I was my own GPS.
When real GPS systems came along, I didn’t fall for it. I road with friends who were always fiddling with theirs, then trying some road or another, saying their TomTom needed recalibrated because the route number had changed, things like that. When Carol and I went to Pittsburgh last summer, fortunately she knew where we were because her GPS didn’t have a clue, going or coming.
GPS just frustrate me; they don't even sound like someone riding shotgun and saying turn right up there where the red car just turned. The last time TomTom rode in the car with me we circled a new doctor's office for half an hour. I finally pulled into some parking lot and called. "Oh, yes" said the nice receptionist. "GPS puts you on the wrong side of the over pass. You can see us from where you are. Come on over."
MapQuest and I get along famously. They even write out the instructions just like I used to put them on the envelope. I should be collecting a royalty.