Locked inside Garmin’s little onboard computer are hundred’s of waypoints saved over the past 5 years. A trip of a life time is in there, right alongside a great little café in the White Mountains, and a diner in Maine, Irene’s house, Krispy Kream’s in Spokane, and a little motel in Hungry Horse, Montana Maybe the buyer will plug it in and take my road trip, but not likely. They will more likely find their way to work or a soccer game or there little trips of a life time. I hope that is where Garmin ends up and not in the trash.
I’ve always had a love hate relationship with Garmin. It would lead me astray sometimes; take me off the highway when I wanted to go fast or land me in Montreal traffic during rush hour. But it would also find me a room after a 600 mile day, gas when the light had been on too long, lunch when I was in the middle of no where. I got a giggle out of seeing top speeds of 214 mph, but a little pride when it was 92.2 for my 20 years K75.
Garmin has been my riding companion for 5 years, and I’m going to miss it. Godspeed Garmin, I hope you have a good trip.