I am notorious for getting lost. Once in college, I took 285 going the wrong direction, ended up in south Atlanta, and took a detour that turned a 2-hour trip into a 5 1/2 hour ordeal. I've tried to improve upon this certain weakness, but try as I might, my sense of direction hasn't gotten any sharper. And since I can't even make heads or tails of a map, my parents finally took pity on me and gave me a Garmin for Christmas. Special thanks to Mom for her contribution of the Hotwheels for this photo shoot.
