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I stopped driving seriously in 1992. I'd been a plater for a couple of year until late '92 and in '93 I did some agency parcel deliveries. The only info available to the parcels co (Elan, since taken over) was the street address.
Satellite Navigation 1069Brimstone laid this down on his screen : Ah, ah.... Well Tomtom is just one of the systems, there are others. Imagine a little box a little bigger than a 20 pack of cigaretes, with a...
This was in London and the surrounding area so drivers were simply using an A-Z to plot their route, no such thing as Autoroute etc. Although we might have had the postcode on paper there were no detailed postcode maps available so there was no way of translating a postcode to a location on the ground apart from the long established London postal districts.
There were actually a number of occasions when I was plating that the postcode would have saved me considerable amounts of time, effort and bad langiage. Not because I couldn't find an address, but because I'd only been given part of it or what I was given was incorrect.
Dangerous Roads" 1071It isn't phrased in such a manner. You are basing your argument on the buttumption that "the junction is dangerous" isn't, in fact, correct. However, there do exist...
An example from 1991. Instruction: collect a car from XYZ Service Station, High Street, Yeovil, Somerset. (Having to hitch hike from west London to collection point.) I'd worked in Yeovil for a few months some years previously and was reasonably certain that there wasn't a service station in it, the street is only a few yards long, however, I had to start on my way before the office opened so couldn't check.
Needless to say my memory was correct so I phoned in (from a call box - few mobiles and very expensive) and the manager had to phone the client to get the correct address. It turned out that I needed to be in Queen Camel, about seven miles away and just off the route I'd taken to get into Yeovil.
(The silver lining to this particular dark cloud was that I got a lift back to QC in a *supercharged* Ranger Rover driven by one of the directors of the company that made the 'charger. "Interesting" was an adequate description of what happened when he hit the throttle;-) )
