Growing up, my brothers and I were taken on a lot of Sunday drives. Whether visiting family or friends, Dad would invariably take the long way.
As a result I learned a lot about driving. My father gladly schooled us on everything. I learned how to drive on ice, navigate safely with a flat tire, and how to handle detours.
To this day I consider official construction detours to be for losers and commercial truck drivers. With modern GPS navigation finding another way around has become both simpler and trickier.
In between my suburb and a larger town a major intersection has been blocked with railroad work. Officials want drivers to go miles out of their way on major roads.
To heck with that, I thought.
Immediately I remembered a long ago missed turn showing me a winding path past this closure to my desired route. Finding it again I saved the spot in my navigation system titled ‘Railroad Detour’. But when I left home this morning to head there my car kept telling me to head in a counterintuitive direction.
I ignored her.
I ignored her.
Finally driving beyond ‘my’ detour, I once more called up navigation, this time to find again a more pleasant back road to the YMCA. Don’t you know, the darn thing still tried redirecting me to a major business route plagued with stoplights and excess traffic.
So, I bookmarked yet another waypoint until I get accustomed to my course. Dad would be proud. I know the minor rebel in me is happy.
Do you, dear reader, enjoy driving? Do you like bucking convention?