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Hippiekinkster -> RE: Travel money needed!!! (9/6/2010 2:05:24 AM)
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ORIGINAL: thornhappy
I've done that before and where you run into trouble is when you miss a turn and find yourself off-route, with a really ugly path to get back on-route. For example, I was driving back into LA at 2am only to find that the interchange I was going to use was closed for overnight CalTrans work. Stuff like that can ruin your evening! [:D]
Hopscotching around the DFW metroplex is no fun, even with a list of turns. Some transitions make you jump across 3 lanes of traffic within 1/4 mile.
I've been on about 100 business trips in the last 7 years, have tried all types of navigation, and will go GPS everytime, with a preview on my mapset before I leave. Call me a simply phart if ya will, but it works for me!
DFW is the pits. Mexico City is easier to get around. My ex was always going off to Yellowknife or Sydney or Halifax od whatever, and I always admired her ability to find her way to her meetings. Being a VP at PSFT and ORCL and NEOF and now with Lawson, she has all the latest hi-tech toys, but still...
My first time in Munich, before they opened Strauss airport, the old airport was east of the city, and there was an autobahn which went to within 3 KM or so of the city center, which is where our hotel was. I recall driving on a one way street, seeing exactly where it was I needed to go, and not being able to get there. Then finally finding undergound parking, finding the exit, and coming out in the basement of a department store, hauling our luggage past a fishtank-like case of brussels sprouts, and displays of cheeses and sausages, while getting the weirdest looks from people. Oktoberfest weekend. jetlagged and tired, we found our way to the Festival grounds. I got claustrophobic, and went on back. Hotel ahd some sidewalk tables, so (early PM) I started sipping some beer. By and by, I got buzzed. Got into a chat with a couple lorry drivers (in Spanish, what little we both knew). Went up to the loo to take a piss. Some middle-aged German queer followed me, and had the nerve to come over and make a pass whilst I was pissing. Asshole. I don't recall if I zipped up or not, but I chased that fuck out and down to the street, and somewhere I found some shit to throw at him. Disturbed my tranquility.
Travel can be a trip sometimes.
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