My GPS Tried to Kill Me
My adventure began on the morning of New Year's Eve. It then turned ugly when I hit the road.
I had been spending a few days at my Dad's house. Now he and his wife live about 1 1/2 hours south of Abilene.
My son and I had planned on leaving and coming home with a 9am start time on Sunday. Unfortunately, we woke up to a area covered in ice and freezing temperatures that morning. So that start time changed. I kept checking the weather and the roads and we finally decided to leave about 11:15am. I knew it wasn't going to be a pleasant trip. However, I didn't know what lay ahead.
We got in the car and I put our home destination into my GPS on my phone and we hit the road. It was a slow go. But as we approached this small town where I always get turned around, I followed my GPS route. However, it wasn't the normal route. My GPS had apparently decided to take me a quicker alternative route. Which in normal weather it would have been normal and faster, but on ice covered roads. It was a death trap.
I was on the backroads in the middle of nowhere. Not only that, the roads were twisty and curvy and bendy and terrifying.
I'm not sure what was going on, not sure if there was something on the other route that would have been deadly. Not sure if God was testing my patience or teaching me the ability to drive like a pro on ice, or if my GPS wanted me dead.
I'm convinced of the latter.
You see in Terminator, Sky Net was just a quirky SciFi story. Yeah, not so much. It will be reality one day. It won't be an Arnold Schwarzenegger covered metal robot, but the computer revolt.
Our computers will one day try to kill us and I'm pretty sure they tried to get a headstart with me on Sunday.
OK maybe not, but that was one of the scariest things I have gone through and of course I didn't have the option of freaking out because I didn't want to scare my son. So I had to act calm.
Let's say my arms and knuckles were sore the next day from the death grip on the steering wheel.
Luckily we got past the weather unscathed. I said some not so nice words to my GPS when I finally got to a safe spot to stop and decompress.
I'm pretty sure she (yes, she, Siri hides in my GPS) was still out for death, because when I pulled into Lubbock again, the GPS tried to take me off the beaten path and this time I did not chose the road less traveled. I lived another day to tell the tale.