We have transitioned to whatever map our GPS uses (there are a lot of different ones out there, for sure), but the funniest GPS map moment for us was when we went to Atlanta, GA for a wedding and decided to go to the world-renowned Atlanta Aquarium as a diversion (and I would highly recommend it for anyone on here - It's awesome). I think this was around 2007 or 8, when GPS guidance still had a few bugs in it.
I punched the address into my Tom Tom GPS and we head out. Everything was fine until we got to about 400 yards from the actual aquarium, when "Bubba", our "Mullet Man"/Redneck GPS guide, (think Billy Ray Cyrus after a couple of six-packs of "Billy Beer") decided that it was wicked cool to have us go in a circle a few times around the same city block. After the first lap, my instantly perceptive wife said, "Hey! WTF! Are we going in a circle?"
"No my love", I replied, this doesn't look familiar at all"
"BS........ I'm tellin yah, we've been by here before. See? Look over there in the next block. It says "A-T-L-A-N-T-A A-Q-U-A-R-I-U-M E-N-T-R-A-N-C-E"!
OK, so she had a point, it did say that, so we went around the block one more time so we could enter the parking garage in that block. As soon as we made the left turn into the parking garage, "Bubba", our intrepid guide, says:
"Y'All sure yah wanna do that? You're goin' the wrong way!"
I miss old "Bubba". We enjoyed him guiding (or mis-guiding) us for a long time. He never failed to get us to Carlisle from South Carolina, even if he did get us equally lost in Mechanicsburg, PA one evening while delivering the Jack Russell Terrors to a dog spa there. He was much better on a later morning, getting us back there to pick them up and then on our way back to New England, although his pronunciation of New England town names was a hoot at times.
It was also easy to program in specific routes from here to there, but there were consequences, at times. A different time, we were heading to South Carolina from New England and were on I-684 southwest of Danbury, CT, and heading for the Tappan-Zee bridge across the Hudson River. We were about half way down 684 when, for no apparent reason (but, I found, it was my fault in programming him with too much (or not enough) resolution), Bubba decided to have us exit the Interstate, do a big loop around a neighborhood bordering on 684, then get back onto 684 at the exact same place we had exited and continued merrily on our way south like nothing had happened. (I'm sure the neighbors were intrigued at seeing a pickup truck pulling a car trailer with a Speedster on it, going through their sleepy neighborhood at 10 in the morning.)
"What the hell was THAT?" my queen asked when we were on the on-ramp for 684.
"It was nothing - I think Bubba had a brain-fart", was my reply.
"Stupid Friggin Red Neck" came from the Jack Russells in the back..........