So you're cruising along, with your GPS-enabled phone on the dashboard, taking your dear wife back home to Reno. The little gadget says "turn right" and you follow its typically reliable instructions. At what point in the next three days of plowing deeper and deeper into snow-covered Oregon do you start suspecting that maybe something is amiss? Alright, so this isn't quite on par with others driving buses into low-clearance tunnels, dipping their cars into rivers, or ja
