The basis of trust
Along the Trail
We had decided to take a trip. It was time to put away the snow shovel, bags of salt and warm ashes for the driveway. We decided to go to Virginia as we are mild Civil War Buffs and admirers of the music of the Appalachian region. So, Virginia it was. We changed the kitty litter, called home care for Socks, and headed out.
When we touched down in Richmond, I got out the trusty map and started to plot our trip to the downtown core and our motel. It was then that I realized that no one else in this large airport was using maps. I felt like Lewis and Clarke looking for the West Coast. All our fellow tourists were streaming by using their cell phones or GPS to get to wherever they were going.
Time to become a modern guy, I reasoned, ignoring my spotty history with gadgets... any kind of gadgets. So, when we picked up our rental car, I proudly asked for and received a GPS, the tracking devise that you install in your car and a female voice they call Siri guides you flawlessly along. Or so I thought. Despite the recent story of tourists getting lost on the Highland road following Siri, I put that down to inexperience. It didn’t dawn on me that I was just as inexperienced.
As we left the airport, we tried Siri to see if she could be trusted. She led me to the motel as well as any blood hound. I thought “this trip is going to be great: a new car, good roads, and Siri on my dash giving me reassurance”. Life was good.
Day two, we toured around and Siri was on our side. What an improvement over a crinkled map or wobbly compass.
But our relationship began to sour as we swung out of Richmond and headed to Virginia Beach.
She seemed hesitant in her directions, and I was beginning to wonder if we had developed a fickle relationship. I was not so sure anymore.
Everything came to a head when we left the beach area and tried to get South on secondary roads. Siri was having none of it. Suddenly, we were five wide in heavy, rumbling, fast traffic and exits. Where we wanted to go flashed by with no help from Siri. She had abandoned us in our hour of need. No matter how we tried to coax her, she kept leading us back to the Inter-state: under bridges, into tunnels, cars zipping back and forth, 130km/h, bumper to bumper, white knuckles, sweaty palms, a death grip on the wheel. Maclennan’s Cross felt so far away.
In desperation, I swung right and ducked onto an off-ramp. A quick chat with some men chewing on a burger confirmed what we had suspected: Siri was taking us back to Richmond, whether we wanted to or not. I was devastated. Here was someone, or something, I had trusted and she was giving me the shaft. I thought I was back dating in high school.
Siri and I broke up for good the next day when I pulled in to the motel where we were staying and she said “When possible, make a U-turn!”
The basis of any relationship is trust: be it your personal relationships, your work, your faith, whatever. Trust lost is trust gone. Siri and I are through. And for once, it is not my fault.