I’m like, OH MY GOD DUDE, WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!
People have been moving around this entire planet ever since we raised up on two legs without GPS for fuck’s sake.
The other night I was driving in pouring rain, fully dark, and the car randomly lost GPS. No location. No navigation. Which also meant no FSD. I tried two software resets while driving just to get GPS back. Nothing worked. So there I was, manually driving in terrible conditions, unsure of positioning, no assistance, no guidance. And it genuinely felt unsafe. For me and for the people in the car. Then it hit me. This feeling – the stress, the uncertainty, the margin for error – this is how most drivers feel every single day. No FSD. No constant awareness. No backup. We’ve normalised danger so much that we only notice it when the safety net disappears.
BOO HOO, Woe Is Me!
Worhtless piece of shit.
If this isn’t a troll, then fuck this guy. Tell him to hand in his keys and his boxers, the latter so he can be issued a pair of pink lace panties. What a pathetic pussy. The most he can have on the road now is a “my little pony” bike with white tires, pink frame, and pompoms hanging of the ends of the handlebars.
Boxers? How about his nuts, if he has any.
Zactly, but hope it’s true. That last line, an old liberal friend used once.
He thought there was a safety net. I didn’t have the heart to tell him.
……………….NO ONES COMING TO SAVE YOU…………
Gene pool gonna get a massive reduction in the hard times creating good men which is a good thing.
I’ve seen it a lot on our back roads in Wyoming, the minute they leave pavement they think they just hit the moon, and no clue where they are. The GPS lies a lot too, many roads don’t go where their GPS says it goes.
And they try driving rutted 4wd drive roads in their Camaro.
Never EVER place 100% trust in GPS. The instructions it gives you are a guideline at best. I use it when headed to unfamiliar territory, but anywhere beyond local use I make sure I have a paper map that at least gives me the major road ways so I can always “find my way out” if things get badly screwed up on my way to a specific destination.
I also pay close attention to the way I’ve gone, so I can usually find my way back by reversing the same route. Too many people just don’t do this, even in local trips they don’t make every day.
I’m lucky that I do field service work, so I am constantly driving all over my greater metro area for repair calls, and this has gained me a better memorized map of the city and it’s many suburbs, as well as privileged knowledge of back ways and short cuts to avoid bad traffic, construction zones, and sporadic ghettos that are best avoided.
So many people now suffer from learned helplessness. They are barely functional now, and aren’t going to make it in the long run, as when these systems fail – most likely during a major disaster – they’ll be easy pickings for the warlords that spontaneously pop up.
Well we know who WON’T be surviving the coming civil war…. can’t even travel without having their hands held by technology.
And this type of people sure as shootin’ can’t read a freakin’ MAP!
Try reading a USGS topo map in the rain and dark to try and locate a decent campsite off of the trail! Fun fun fun.
Bailiff,…whack his pee-pee!
Hahahaahahahahahha!!!!
Hve to dig out my old Vinal Cheechand Chong for that one!!!!
skybill
What the hell is an FSD?
I work with a guy who literally cannot read a road map. He doesn’t understand why I keep a road atlas in the truck. There is no ‘splaining it to him; I’ve tried and failed. To him, I’m the stupid one. One of these days, I told him, and his answer is it hasn’t happened yet.
FSD=full self driving, I presume. Which is, in itself, a giant lie sold to morons like this turd in the posted story, by way of slick marketing.
Full self driving. Ye gods and little fishes. “We’re not going to make it, are we? People, I mean.”
It’s a major drag.
When I used to drag main street back in the 60’s I would have definitely used a self driving car so me and my date could snuggle in the back seat.
If full self driving car lived up to the hype, I can see a use. Drunks crawling into the backseat. Young couples making out. Grandma who can’t see, but otherwise is fine. But until it is fully self-sufficient, keep it in the lab.
Nothing like riding in a rolling blow torch after wrecking
“4wd drive roads in their Camaro”
A few years back, we were driving the loop of Animas Forks-Engineer Pass-Lake City-Cinnamon Pass in the San Juans.
As we came down from Cinnamon and hit the trail between A F and E P, we saw a black Lexus convertible (with CA plates, of course) heading up the hill towards Engineer Pass.
We looked at each other and said ‘Should we tell them ?’
Nah…….shoulda followed to watch the show.
Fathers, Uncles, Grand Fathers and Mr. Jones next door.. We learned roads, Black top roads, Dirt Roads, man roads and highways where they go and on!! With a 2 wheeled Schwinn, American Flier or some other pre-10 speed bicycle (ours had only one speed nd a ‘coaster brake!!’ we navigted far and wide searching fr Fishing Holes, Hunting Grounds and just to go exploring!!!!!! Sometimes we’d go off for a couple of days with provisions on a “Camping trip!!!!” NO GPS and etc…
I stil don’t have a “Smart phone and NO GPS!!!” Just give me a Time Space Co-Ordinate and I will find you!!!!!! ‘Been doin this since i was 8 Years OLD!! and see no reason to “UP GRADE!!!!!!!”
BTW Get a copy of “Tales of the Old Man and thbe Boy” by Robert Ruark… and his follow up book!!!
Audenes, Fortuna, Iuvat,
III%,
skybill
BTW This al started back in the early 1950’s in S/E Louisiana and yes like I said once we got old enough to ride a 2wheeled bike with out falling down we were off!!! These daze ya’ don’t see kids around on 2 wheeled bicycles anymore only Crack heads and homeless people!!! and ya have to be really careful around them they will jump out in front of you driving a car just to try to get your insurance!!! If they don’t get killed in the process!!
skybill
Went to New Brunswick, Canada a few years back on a bear hunting trip. My buddy brought his GPS along and it told us to “make a left turn now” when we were on the middle of a bridge over the Tobique River.
We have an old farm road by my parents that the owners finally put a gate across because GPS kept sending traffic down their dead-end driveway. The final straw was when a tractor trailer tried to get over the mountain and slid off into a ditch. Blocking the farm for several hours until a giant wrecker came to get him out. Used to be a sign on the gate saying that your GPS is wrong, this is not a road.
Just because it used to be a road back in the 1920’s, and is still on a map, doesn’t make it one now.
Leigh
Whitehall, NY
Those were Canadian gps satellites
A few years back, I went to a town I’d never been to before, in Kentucky. All I had was a couple of pages of hand written directions. It was mostly main roads, but had a couple of curve balls thrown at us which were dealt with using a general knowledge of the direction we were heading and dead reckoning. Even with two traffic jams of an hour a piece, we made a “14 hour” drive in 12. The old Battle Taurus was hauling balls that day.
Came home through the Cumberland Gap. Again, with minimal directions. That was a nice ride home.
Leigh
Whitehall, NY
Taurus?!? I absolutely hate those cars. It was the company car in the 90s and every last one of them was a complete pile of junk. One batch of them, the molding on the rear door fell off on half the vehicles.
The Ford Taurus helped convince me to never purchase a union built, Detroit vehicle ever again.
See, my experience with them has been just the opposite. All the ones I ever owned went 250k+, except the two that were violently killed in their prime. Two went over 300k miles, with the ’95 getting to 389k before the cancer consumed it.
My current one is around 265k and while it does have its quirks, it is a damn sight better than a car payment.
Leigh
Whitehall, NY
Mom had a 95 Taurus sedan bought new, and it was a surprisingly decent car for the first 60-70,000 miles. Then it started to get a lot of stupid little problems, a trend which kept getting worse once my youngest brother inherited it as his first car. Fuel injectors began to fail at around 110,000, so I replaced them all. A lot of electrical issues after that, until he finally traded it in.
Now, in my youth, I have driven cross country (uphill) both ways and used my highway atlas to find the shortest and fastest route. These days, being in my late 70s, I use the GPS as a convenience to find my way back home. My only gripe with it is the GPS map will twist and turn keeping the vehicle icon pointing up. I prefer the map keep North up and let the icon twist and turn just like reading a map.
There should be a setting for that- “North Up” or “Direction of Travel Up”, something like that. With Google maps on the phone, you can rotate the compass rose so north is up and it will stay there until it thinks you are trying to rotate the map again. Sigh.
Once upon a long time ago, in a formerly Lucky Country™ far away, a group of high school army cadets was out on a navigational exercise. Map (1), compass (1), waypoints (~), time limit (hah!).
Around the middle of the course, Numbnuts the NotaNavigator was taking his turn to lead us off into the stinking heat haze. I’d been checking the bearings by wristwatch and the blazing yellow thing overhead, and I was Not Happy. The directing staff noticed this and asked “late for an important appointment, Mr v?”.
I said “yes Sergeant, I am Not Happy that we will be several hours late back and will not be getting that nice lunch we were promised, and it’s forking hot and the flies seem to like us better than the cowpats”. “How do you figure that?” asked the DS.
“Numpty Dumpty up front seems to have added the magnetic deviation to get his magnetic bearing, which if I remember the ancient map and current date correctly means we are 11.6° off course already, and if he manages a resection to figure out where in this baking dungplain we are, he will likely faff that up in reverse and then make an even worse course from that wrong place. Why are we not allowed to correct each other?”
Chuckling, DS maintained it was a good learning experience and that a nice country walk is good for the health, and also helps to work up an appetite for the consolation patrol rations we would be doled in lieu of food. My request to take off and complete the route independently was refused. It was indeed a good learning experience….
That bitch should not be wearing crotchless panties because they hurt his mangina.
It’s (d)evolution. Before maps, evolution cleared the gene pool of people who had a poor sense of direction or couldn’t read the natural signs around them.
Maps allow people without a sense of direction or the ability to read nature to pass on genetic material.
GPS and FSD are the next steps in (d)evolution. We are Devo!
It would be better for everyone of more people would just stay home.
Evolution, hope your gps works forever Saul.
Holy shit, I’m glad I’m an old fart. I learned to read maps and plan routes based on those maps. Remember the glove box full of paper maps from the filling station before the Rand McNally Atlas. Anybody remember what a rod or a chain is? I got directions one time to an older relative’s home in rods, chains and furlongs. Had to do some serious remembering from grade school on that one.
Washington used the chain in his surveying days.
” a tractor trailer tried to get over the mountain”
A few years back, when I-70 in Colorado was closed by a rock-slide, some IDJUT tried to go over Hagerman Pass in a semi.
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=hagerman+pass+colorado
That’s why at least 80% of the population would die quickly if shit hits the fan in any way, shape or form.
Very few can read street maps, even fewer can read topo maps, and an even smaller number than that, compass use is pretty much a lost art.
How many of the past couple of generations know how to hunt, fish, plant, forage, repair, build…hell, how many people would go absolutely batshit, horse fucking crazy if their cell phones quit working?
Welcome to the stage of weak men create hard times
You just described a couple hundred thousand Woodticks living in the Great White North Woods.
When you’re poor and in the woods you tend to do everything yourself, paying friends in beer for large projects.
Loooong before gbs we went 50+ miles offshore with a compass & a notepad. The gps is on but we really don’t use it much.
check out the videos of FARM (Fathers Against Raising Morons) on youtube or faceplant. more of the same.
They walk amongst us. And they vote. AND they procreate. Gonna be fun to watch.
I’m like a few of the others. Had to ‘bing’ FSD to see what it was. I don’t have that or GPS in my vehicle now. We have maps. You can still get ’em. We do have a iPad that has internet connectivity if we want to use it. And when we go out west or traveling we use it to locate a path we want to take. My wife usually picks out the roads with the most adventurous route, the most curves, the highest route, etc. I can’t ever remember being lost.
I learned all the backroads around my county by driving them blind running drunk. I quit drinking & driving decades ago, but to this day, plop me down anywhere in the county & within a quarter-mile I’ll know exactly where I am & where I need to go.
Thousands of the lost useless lambs in England, you see them every day driving to the same place of work, the same shops gym parents whatever but still need satnav in front of them to know the way.
Young John Connor got it right in Terminator 2, ‘we’re not going to make it are we’.