GPS and journeys

We ran a quick errand tonight, and I had to ask Chris if we were going to die as a result of GPS-induced inattention to actual roads, given all the enthusiastic interest in the virtual display. He assures me not, but he had that GPS either in his hand or perched on the dash in front of the odometer the entire trip. Evidently our car’s odometer is accurate, but his bicycle’s is not. This new military intelligence necessitated a redrawing of the cross country course at Rolling Hills High, as the previous one evidently wasn’t quite long enough. At both ends of our journey, the kids and I got a statistical briefing as to our highest speed and our average speed, as well as the miles traveled, and some other things I have sort of zoned out on already.

In other words, Chris loves his new toy.

He came in here just a minute ago to show me the screen that comes up when you first turn it on, which includes his name and our address, with a hopeful note asking any finders to return it to said address. He added the Le Guin quote from my bracelet to the bottom! “It is the journey that matters in the end.” What a romantic way of customizing your handy-dandy global positioning device. What a sweetie.