Where am I?

This weekend has been spent mainly driving around being bossed around by the new GPS gizmo for the PDA.

“In two hundred yards, turn right.”

One hundred and ninety-nine yards later…

“Turn right.”

And if I don’t…

“Fucking turn right bitch, NOW!”

Actually, I made that last one up, but that said, I do feel very guilty and apologetic if I disagree with the way the GPS lady is sending me. She is really very helpful, and GPS rocks!