Where Are We Now, Google Assistant?
*crickets*
Traveling down the road in my new-to-me-dually diesel Ford F350 truck requires adventurousness and ballsiness. I’m used to a manual transmission, compact cars with Roadrunner horns. (Meep, meep!) The two do not compare for maneuverability, power, or gas mileage. I’ve named my truck “The Beast” because he eats up space on the road like a monster.
The Beast and I are on a road trip together, alone. He prefers long drives on flat areas, the entire expanse of a lane, and filling up every four hours or so on the Interstate. I like getting from point A to point B without spending thousands of dollars. We don’t have much in common.
Like every road trip, I plan out most of my stops for efficiency. Most of the time, Google maps is helpful and insightful. “This is the fastest route, no toll roads, no construction, and beautiful scenery. Let’s go!”
On rare occasions, I have disagreed and plotted out a different road. Mostly, I do not argue with Google, though. Or at least, I hadn’t until this last trip from Phoenix, AZ to Bakersfield, CA. The Beast and I had found a comfortable compromise to his great size and my appreciation for tiny vehicles. That’s when Google Maps spoke up.
“This will make your trip shorter — would you like to go on an explore?”
