Before Garmin wins any more favour, please consider the fact that I have had one for four years, and I can think of nothing in history that could suck worse. That thing has tried to get me to leave the M4 when departing London for Cardiff so many times, I think there is a conspiracy among satellites to get me to move to Twickenham or Chertsey.
It got us lost more than once in Normandy, and has taken me straight through the middle of quiet residential areas of Bath, when I just wanted to get to Bradford on Avon. Even my wife, who is 10000000 times more patient than me, agrees that we should launch it off the back of the ferry on our next crossing to Dunkerque.
Piece. Of.