Hehehehehe! The misadventures of being guided by a GPS.
Three different ones and two built into the vehicles.
I think I have told most, certainly many of them.
One in my truck trying a different route to save mileage and time to Dale Hollow.I know I went down someones drive and a goat path or two and others. When I got home I downloaded the route and printed it. It was an Indian path/road from the 1700-1800s. It had been graveled and paved in spots used by wagons and then model Ts.
One was an old Stage Coach road of the Old Natchz Stage roaad, I think is the name. one leg of it to the north of the Interstate went past the two story home inn that Grand Ma was born in and her Sister who sold biscuits and coffee to the Stage Coach Riders.
Another in Travers City or just outside of it the Garmin wanted us to turn right on a broad sidewalk and down into the lake and back up along the shore under water,I wonder how long ago aqo an Indian path went that way.
In southern Michigan you cannot trust GPS, They will constantly try to get you to turn and follow old fiords the Indians used now in people's yards and so forth leading into lakes dredged long ago for lime. They didn't just all travel the old Chicago Road. Or the Interstates in NC and SC an Missouri and so on. The GPS maps have not been update since before they built long stretches of Interstates, They show you in fields and woods, an such.
Or tell you to turn around and then turn right next road and take you on several right and left turns on other roads for many miles and back out a mile up the road you are traveling on. US 12 in that instance.
And so on. some are funny but not while you are trying to get somewhere. The funny comes much much later.