Girls from Idaho mostly aren’t fantastically savvy big city freeway drivers. I can point my mountain bike straight down a trail and hit speeds that might make some people puke, but there’s something about bobbing and weaving between 5 lanes of traffic while going well above the 65 mph speed limit that makes me a little uncomfortable. I was on my big adventure to visit my coffee supplier last week, though, so I sucked it up and became best friends with the voice on my $9 per day GPS. If you don’t know where you’re going and the digital voice inside a plastic box that’s plugged into your cigarette lighter can tell you how to get there, listen. She knows…you don’t. Continue reading »
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