About a year or so ago I went on a road trip with a few friends to Florida. We decided we would drive from our little city in Ontario all the way to Orlando, spend a few days there, head to Miami for a couple of days, and then drive back home.
So in planning the trip the four of us going decided that we would all take turns driving. Now, when I say "we all" I mean the three of us that could drive would take turns driving. Jess, my current roommate and I would be driving buddies and Rach, my former roommate and her boyfriend would be driving buddies. We had a rule, if your driving buddy was driving, you were to sit in shotgun and navigate while the other two slept in the back. Sounds simple, simple it was not.
As it turns out, both Jess and I are actually quite fantastic drivers. Directionally, however, we were a little helpless. First, we brought a faulty GPS. Apparently it was only programmed for Canadian cities, which was great for the first two hours of the trip, but once we crossed the boarder it was about as handy as a two year old with a wrench.
We did come prepared with our handy dandy Google maps, so at least we did have some sort of guide to getting to Orlando. Our route looked a little something like this:
When we finally found the WiFi we were looking for and turned on our GPS we noticed that we had gone more than a little off-route... Nashville Tennessee off route. By the time we got to Orlando our map looked a little more like this:
We had also managed to drive through Washington, (don't ask how, but I saw the freaking Peace Tower and was like, whaaa) Baltimore, (yes, I sang the song from Hairspray as we got out of the car at a KFC to ask for directions) and, wait for it, New York City. We decided since we were already on our way we were just going to go and enjoy ourselves for a few hours, which we did, then hop back in the car, and go home.
*Side note, I did manage to get from the U.S/ Canadian border at New York, all the way to Toronto in about two hours. I may or may not have broken the law in doing so, but that point is moot.
All was good, Rach and her man got engaged, and we ate Chinese food in celebration, but not before Jess and I had been officially dubbed "The Bermuda Triangle". Basically our faces are in Wikipedia now.