I don't know why I'm going there. My wife, brother and sister in-law said I was going and I'd better not back out if I knew what was good for me! I think I am what's called a chauffeur now!
She points. I go there. Not sure why I got a GPS anymore. Maybe it's to find my way back home when I wander off to far by myself. Somehow it happens when riding my spyder...
I hope someone tells me where I am staying when I get there too!