Satellite Navigation a Real Crackpot!
debest writes "What happens when your satellite navigation system in your car gives you bad advice on which road you should take? In Britain, these systems have been directing drivers down a road near the (aptly named) town of Crackpot that is strewn with boulders and has an unprotected 100ft dropoff on one side! The locals are worried someone's going to go off the edge."
""What happens when your satellite navigation system in your car gives you bad advice on which road you should take?"
Not much different than that gas station attendant five miles back.
1) Put up a sign reading "Don't go down this road, even if your GPS tells you to; Dangerous conditions ahead".
2) Stabilize the slope above and install a guard rail.
Is there a reason that they haven't put a railing on the "unprotected 100ft dropoff" edge?
...put up a sign "Toll Road Ahead".
If a computer tells you to jump off a cliff, would you do it?
I used to live in that general part of Pennsylvania and always chuckled looking at the map. Intercourse, Bird-in-Hand, and Mt. Joy, towns all innocuous on their own but when placed together highly sexually suggestive.
Here's a much more informative talking car link.
Why does linking to Wikipedia make you feel ill ?
Scary thing is, only one of those is a redlink...
By reading this, you have given me brief control of your mind.
This is fairly local to me. This is out in the wilds where the decent A road takes the long way round. The problem seems to be that untarmaced roads are set to about 10mph average spped by default in a lot of routing software, and most people select 'fastest route'. Simply by setting untarmaced roads to 1mph you can avoid some of this silly routing. Plus using a bit of common sense.
There are a lot more than that... near Intercourse, you have Paradise (naturally), as well as Leacock, Reamstown, East Petersburg, Mountville, Climax, Beaver, and of course the ever-present Blue Ball. You don't know how frustrating it is to drive out to the country, and figure you'll stop for a quick visit to Intercourse, get lost and end up in Blue Ball. and wind up ending your night with Bird in Hand.
In Soviet Crackpot, GPS drives you!
"I'm a Laver, not a Phyto[plankton]"
I guess it's that pale-white track on the bottom left, just below the "Summer Lodge [Farm]" that was mentioned in the article, in which case no GPS system should take you down one of those - white on British OS maps (as opposed to yellow) means no tarmac. And the dotted edges of the road indeed mean "unfenced". Lovely stuff. It's even debatable whether the narrow yellow roads on that map (which mean single-track with passing places) should be used by a GPS as through routes, let alone the white ones!
Still, it reinforces the stupidity of the drivers, as there's obviously a point there, just past the farm, where the character of the road changes, and they blindly believe the GPS rather than turn back and let it find another route.
Nope, 'taint.
Hawes... yes, I remember staying there on a fieldtrip at high school!
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Not only is Hawes pronoused Whores, but there is also a dairy there called "Hawes Creamery". http://archive.thisisthenortheast.co.uk/2001/4/27