“Please drive to the highlighted route”
Yeah, I get it. I’m in a parking lot, and Greta, my GPS, won’t be able to help me until I can get to the main road. Of course, once I get to the main toad, I know where to go. Maybe the next generation GPSs will have parking lot information.
Note: I am aware of the (toad) typo, but I have to leave it here in support of David’s comment.
Actually, I didn’t need Greta for this trip. I was driving to Burlington, MA, a trip I’ve made dozens of time. I plug Greta into her base to watch for traffic. Make that listen for traffic. She and all the other GPS units like her let the mothership know how fast they’re going. When enough of them slow down, in an area where they shouldn’t slow down, the algorithms at the home base start sending out traffic alerts. Midway between Sturbridge, MA and my destination, Greta beeped, warned me of a severe delay and offered to route me around it. “Make it so!”
If my meeting had been a week earlier, I would have had fall foliage from the I-90 corridor to share. The photos will show that I missed the peak color. Oh well, I wasn’t sightseeing.