Olde Hornet
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https://www.usatoday.com/story/tech...-driving-without-apple-google-maps/629814002/
I can read maps, I wonder if thats a loss skill these days or if its necessary with GPS.
I was a GPS zombie. Here's what happened when I went back to paper maps and serendipity
For several years now I’ve worried that I’ve lost my inner compass, that I’ve become a GPS addict.
That’s why I said no to the navigation option on my new car a year ago. I’d become that person who never looked at maps and drives like a zombie from here to there.
In foregoing the navigation, I also had visions of resurrecting the old-time ways of getting around— recalling landmarks (“go left at the Methodist church”), and planning a trip by arguing over a paper map with a friend. (“No, we need to go this way!”)
I’m not entirely foolhardy, of course: In case of emergency, I always had my iPhone, with its built-in maps and ride-on-demand apps. My phone was my insurance policy.
Alas, my backup plan didn’t help me recently when I found myself lost in Los Angeles — completely adrift —with no battery life left. Without my iPhone I couldn’t call Fred, who I had planned to meet for dinner, to say I’d be late. (Never mind that while we’ve been friends for two decades, I had no idea what his cell number was.)
I can read maps, I wonder if thats a loss skill these days or if its necessary with GPS.
I was a GPS zombie. Here's what happened when I went back to paper maps and serendipity
For several years now I’ve worried that I’ve lost my inner compass, that I’ve become a GPS addict.
That’s why I said no to the navigation option on my new car a year ago. I’d become that person who never looked at maps and drives like a zombie from here to there.
In foregoing the navigation, I also had visions of resurrecting the old-time ways of getting around— recalling landmarks (“go left at the Methodist church”), and planning a trip by arguing over a paper map with a friend. (“No, we need to go this way!”)
I’m not entirely foolhardy, of course: In case of emergency, I always had my iPhone, with its built-in maps and ride-on-demand apps. My phone was my insurance policy.
Alas, my backup plan didn’t help me recently when I found myself lost in Los Angeles — completely adrift —with no battery life left. Without my iPhone I couldn’t call Fred, who I had planned to meet for dinner, to say I’d be late. (Never mind that while we’ve been friends for two decades, I had no idea what his cell number was.)
