I have a little GPSI've had it all my lifeIt's better than the normal onesMy GPS is my wifeIt gives me full instructionsEspecially how to drive"It's sixty k's an hour", it says"You're doing sixty five"It tells me when to stop and startAnd when to use the brakeAnd tells me that it's never everSafe to overtakeIt tells me when a light is redAnd when it goes to greenIt seems to know instinctivelyJust when to interveneIt lists the vehicles just in frontAnd all those to the rearAnd taking this into accountIt specifies my gear.I'm sure no other driverHas so helpful a deviceFor when we leave and lock the carIt still gives its advice.It fills me up with counselingEach journey's pretty fraughtSo why don't I exchange itAnd get a quieter sort?Ah well, you see, it cleans the house,Makes sure I'm properly fed,It washes all my shirts and thingsAnd - lets me have a shed.Despite all these advantagesAnd my tendency to scoff,I do wish that once in a whileI could turn the damned thing off.
Pay it forward - what goes around comes around
DUNMOWIN is no longer on the road and still DUNMOWIN!
Gary
Ford Courier with Freeway slide-on called "PJ". www.aussieodyssey.com