Whenever I'm in doubt about what to do, I always defer to a greater authority on the subject at hand. Usually this authority is my father; sometimes it's a friend; and on rare occasion, it's Socrates. But if I'm driving, there's no question about it - this authority is GPS, and GPS is king. I will do whatever that little bastard tells me to do. If GPS says go left, I go left. If it says make a four-lane U-Turn across Queens Bouleveard, hell yes, I'm in. Yesterday it made me ditch my car and ferry my oxen across the Hudson.
It got my estimated arrival time right to the minute.
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