i was planning on going up to this volvo junkyard today to get a new fender for a volvo 850. the junkyard is about an hour and a half away, and ive been there with my dad a few times, but never driven there myself. anyways, i didnt know how to get there so i used mapquest. turns out they gave me the worst possible route. fuckers. so i went to my friends house a beforehand to smoke a bowl and jam before i left. as we were smoking i told him where i was headed next and he decides he wants to come. so we head out, herb in pocket. about 20 minutes into the trip, we decide to start smoking some more since we were on a more rural road. as soon as we begin to toke, we become instantly and unknowingly lost. we spend about 20 minutes on this increasingly rural road on which we did not see even one other car. finally i realize i totally forgot that i had to be navigating, not just driving.i turn around and head back the other way and decide that i had been going in the right way in the first place. 5 minutes later i change my mind and turn around again. we were getting freaked out, we were convinced that if we stopped to ask somebody that theyd either assrape us or jump on top of my car. we didnt know what to do so we trusted our instinct and sparked yet another bowl while parked at a stop sign that was definitely strategically placed for the uninhabited grain towers adjacent to it. i realize im totally fucked and call the volvo place. the good people give me directions, thank you, turns out i was only 35 minutes off course. i get there and get the fender and talk to them a little about my volvo projects( i hafta maintain 4 different ones, lazy sisters). they give me way better directions back home and im happy.