Gwendolyn has a pop-up box on her dash which, in later model years, would have accommodated a navigation system. I once looked into the possibility of retrofitting the device, but inasmuch as the price was way on the wrong side of a thousand dollars and the data disc was likely to be several years old, I decided that this was not such a great idea.
And that was before I read this:
So I bought a new car this summer. When I bought it I really thought I needed a navigation system. I haven’t used it in months, and then when I turned it on recently, it found me. In the middle of the ocean. I thought this odd, but my old nav system would lose me on occasion so it wasn’t a big deal. However every time I turn the damned car on now I’m in the middle of the ocean and I need to “realign” myself in the world.
I think it’s safe to assume she’s not in fact in the middle of the ocean.
I am, however, somewhat distrustful of this sort of machinery. I have an MP3 player which, once connected to the PC for download, resets the shuffle and puts Abba’s “Waterloo” at the head of the queue whether or not any tracks were in fact downloaded; it will do it on a recharge cycle, even. This isn’t quite as scary as being lost on some side road in the Adirondacks, but it serves as a reminder that electronic servants all rely on software, and all software has bugs of some sort. (Ask anyone with a 30GB Zune.)