My GPS…. I named her Lola. She’s crazy…all… the…. time. I ignore her best I can these days. She squeals “lost. satellite. reception.” fifteen times a day. I’m beginning to think she’s trying to communicate with me, but that is the extent of her lingo. That, or she needs to retire to the big recycle center in thy sky.
Good luck with your future GPS outings! A male, Australian voice…. pick that one!