In my first car - right out of college [you know, in the days when kids didn't get cars until they bought their own!] - I'd think nothing of hopping in my VW and heading west out I-64 to I-81 to make the nine-hour trip Knoxville, Tennessee, to see my mother. Nestled between a couple of 18-wheelers and listening to them babble on the CB radio while I sang with whatever blared from the radio, I'd spend the day traveling light and fast and comfortable in the knowledge that if I did have a problem the truckers would make sure I got help.
Those were carefree, fun times and certainly low tech.
Yesterday as we headed south for a week of "us time" I was reminded of how far we have come since then. When it was my turn to drive, Mitchell turned on his Galaxie and hooked it into the car radio so that we could listen to Pandora as we passed thru the NPR-less radio wasteland. No singing with whatever on this trip.
With Gypsy navigating [get it? GyPSy?] we drove south. [Let's see... the route is I-95 south for seven hours and turn left at Exit 8 in South Carolina. I really needed Gypsy's help!] Then the red lights appeared ahead - like three lanes wide and as far in advance as I could see.
Mitchell jumped the Galaxy to Googlemaps and immediately found us a lovely country road at the very next exit and successfully navigated us around whatever was happening ahead and back onto the Interstate five mile farther south. The tie-up completely averted and a lovely drive thru North Carolina cotton fields.