One of the joys of working in a new city as a messenger was finding my way around with a map. The power of the map was indisputable. It could tell me where I was and how to get to where I needed to be, and the less I used it, the more I felt at home.
Now the GPS, I’m not so sure of, and here’s a lesson well learnt in the need to have a map.. While working the Tour of Wellington with the AIS/Jayco squad, I hooked up with some local soignies to follow them out to the feed zone. The man in the lead headed us up the motorway and before long turned us off onto a gravel road. At this point I wondered why the hell we were off the main road, but I figured local knowledge was in force. Read More