It’s called “my precious”. And it is.
At first, I thought it was just the coolest gadget I had ever been given. Lynn gave me a TomTom GO 910 for Christmas. I had just seen one in the car that picked me up in Scotland when I came to see her there for New Year’s and thought it was awesome. But mine was awesomer.
Lynn says she got it for a few reasons: 1) She was tired of my crappy yellow map book and getting lost all the time (which happens a lot when I drive), 2) it could do wireless telephony so I would stop driving and talking with my mobile phone at my ear, and 3) it has a 12GB memory for storing and playing MP3 files.
Good. Good. Good.
And then I used it, and I was AMAZED. The thing is so cool. It talks, it plots routes, it shows maps, it does 3D, you can customize the voice it uses, you can tell it to go via a particular route, it beeps when the speed cameras are coming up, it automatically re-calculates the route if you miss a turn (which I have done on occasion, even with the helpful “after 50 meters, turn left”).
Unlike most gadgets, this one lives up to the hype. It’s technology is really cool and it provides a REAL value. I can’t describe the rage that getting lost would instill in me. Ann could probably tell some colorful stories, but really there was nothing fun about it. I HATED getting lost. And now I just punch in an address, or just tap the map where you want to go, and follow the directions. The map zooms in and out at the right times, the directions are clear, the routes that it plans are almost always not just correct but actually the best of many options (I tested this in the warren of streets that is the Hague and in driving to Lynn’s place in Amsterdam).
It’s a great great gift and I would like to thank Lynn again and again for bringing me together with the precious.