Susan GPS Bitch!!

So we drive away from cute little town of Brownsville and off to Rockport Texas. We love travel days...todays is, according to Susan, 5.5 hours of drive...great as we look forward to our little ritual of a Bologna sandwich about half way with a cup of tea, keeps up the driving stamina. We have been driving for only half and hour and i notice that Susan has re calculated our time down to three hours remaining...Robert suggests that we just keep going and forgo the "ritual" Sandwich this time, i concur...drive on we do. Great drive, George W. has loaded up the state with lots of dough and they have taken care of the roads very well...."prepare to bear right ahead" Susan says....i look down the road with my excellent bat like vision and notice that there are yellow signs on either side of the hiway, lots of them. The Eagle travels best at exactly 62mph, very quiet, comfy and very manueverable, as some of you will know from some time back. "prepare to bear right". Quickly i notice the freeway ends...yes ENDS AS IN STOPS...QUITS...NO MORE...ENDED PERMANENTLY...there is no "bearing" going on here....quickly with ninja like speed i flick on the jake brake, hit the allison 3000 touch pad transmission pad to gear down....hit the brake treadle with all my weight i can muster!!!, remember, no sandwich to keep my exacting strength up, slowly the Eagle seems to take forever, finally after what seems like hours, it comes down to a stop inches from disaster!! I look over at Robert, he says "well, bear right!!, HARD!!". I swing all 60 feet of metal to the right and head off down the road. "in 2 miles you have reached your destination"....driving....driving..."in 800 yards you have reached your destination"....driving, slowing, jake brake, braking, shifting down...."you have reached your destination!!"...i pull over and shut the Eagle down.....pppssshhht (air brake speak for "stopped"). I look over at Robert puzzled, he looks at me and says, "nice Airport"...i respond looking past him..."need propane, theres the fueling plant!". I quietly put down the window, reach for the bitch and go to heave her ass out the window...just as i reel back, Robert grabs her from my slippery grasp, saving Susan from certain death this time!!! He suggests we drive down the road and look the old fashioned way for the address we require....driving....driving.....2 miles down the road, behold, our campground.....thanks be to Alla!! Stay tuned, something gotta change with this Susan GPS GIRLY!! Which by the way, Robert has placed in protective custody until i settle down!!