I gota bunch, of stories, that seem humorous now, about following the GPS, but didn't seem funny atall then.
In Michigan a Garmin is useless, mostly. We hve been direct to turn onto most all of the old Sioux fiords, into people's yards, across sidewalk and back up Lake Michigan, under water.
Been direct up remaenants of the old stage coach road where GrandMa's Sister sold biscuits and coffe, to Travelers. Down old Indian traces, in Tn, now goat paths.
Around a large circles, in towns and back out to points, before we baagan or after. Turn around go tee miles, take a right and, eventually, after twenty miles or more, come out where we started and the dirt road to the RV Resort, that would have taken us, god knows where, in Arizona.
That's the tip of the iceberg. Need to writ a book on the misadventures.
I am expecting any day for one of the driver less cars, to be directed down a goat path and across a river.