The GPS directions that got us to Bilbao made our minivan traverse a one-kilometer high mountain that was barely big enough for one car, had Lance Armstrong-types and hikers, and a recommended speed limit that was double the rate we were actually going. We took the longer way back at night (through a toll road and tunnels that went through mountains...the road actually meant for cars and not tractors or James Bond movies) since obviously going that original route would be suicidal in the dark (no lights, barely any guard rails, possible cowavalanches, and werewolves).
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