Ain't that the truth? Reminds me of a funny story from my x-country trip. A woman in our group used to get lost with such frequency it became a running joke. On the penultimate day she stopped at a shop to look for a present for her sister. Didn't find anything, started riding and stopped at another shop. Didn't find anything there and started riding again where she came upon a shop. When she went inside she realized it was the first shop she had tried. She had been riding north, got back on her bike after the first shop and inadvertently rode south then inadvertently started riding north again after the second shop. The story is even more amazing when you consider that she had a compass affixed to her bars.