When I got up to the mouth of the bay, I turned around and followed
the bug back south. [...] my destination was 5,900 miles distant, and the time to
get there was 84 hours.

When I got home, I scanned out and out on the map, to find that my
waypoint was now located in the Andes on the Argentinian side of the
Chile-Argentina border.

What happened?

What happened was precisely why I am so vocal about paper charts and
against reliance on this newfangled gizmo thang. (and horrified at the
thought of central computer control of airplane systems)

As a cub driver you are probably with me on this. I've had my home
airport move to the other side of the country several times. Dunno why.

I use 'em when I hafta, and they're cool when they work, but I've never
seen the blue screen of death on a sectional!

Jose
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My other car is up my nose.
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