Although I took this photo [which is now missing, thanks Cingular] in rural minnesota, where Jill my anthropomorphised GPS unit sent me on the shortest route from Mayo clinic to St. Louis, I’m already sitting on my mom’s back porch and smoking a cigar.
I’m not really quite sure how I did it in under 7 hours, but that appears to be a family record. I didn’t even drive at the assumed 90 mph. Jill was just really good about taking me the shortest route and avoiding traffic. Along the way she found shortcuts and asked me if I wanted to take them. I said yes every time, but who knows why she suddenly found a shortcut halfway through my trip.