• SoloboiNanook [comrade/them]@hexbear.net
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    6 months ago

    The nutrients shit was GPS.

    There was that sweet time before GPS was commercially real for people but the internet was becoming common where you put locations in mapquest and printed out a sheet of directions.

    If you couldn’t read a map you were kind of fucked. I didn’t get a cell phone until I was a junior in high school. I knew my area VERY VERY well when we were growing up cause you were fuckin lost otherwise and we were always roaming around smoking weed and doing dumb shit.

    Some folks I know nowadays who always had GPS have no fucking idea where ANYTHING is or what the name of anything is. People who lived here their entire lives and can’t get to the closest town without GPS. Its crazy lol

    • RoabeArt [he/him]@hexbear.net
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      6 months ago

      I’m glad my ass was way into local street maps as a kid, because I have an atlas of my city practically branded into my synapses now. I hardly ever need GPS unless I’m going to a specific address.

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      6 months ago

      I remember using the Google maps sms service. You could send a text with a starting and ending address and it would reply with text based step by step directions. Mind-blowing for me at the time.

    • Good times keeping an eye on the odometer so you don’t miss that turn. Fortunately I’m very good at navigation, so a GPS is just a luxury for me. But I remember the cross country trips I’d have to take when I was young, I used a full on laptop and a Microsoft mapping software and GPS puck plugged into the USB port.

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      6 months ago

      I started flying as a kid and remember getting mad at the GPS messing with my uptake on map reading in Boy Scouts and driving class. I also remember thinking to myself how grateful I was it’d never leave the cockpit and invade my daily life.