Originally Posted by
indyfabz
True story: On the penultimate day of my group cross country tour we were heading north on U.S. 1 towards Bar Harbor, ME. There was a woman in our group who was quite "directionally challenged" despite having a compass on her bike. That day she stopped at a souvenier shop looking for a gift for her sister. No luck. Got back on the bike, started riding and stopped at another shop. Again, no luck. Started riding again and saw what she thought was a third shop. Stopped and went inside only to realize it was the first shop she had stooped at. Yes. She was headed north, stopped, got back on her bike and inadvertantly headed south, stopped again, got back on her bike and, though sheer inatention, started heading north again. As someone with a keen sense of direction I found it unphathomable.
Of all places to do it!
"Why did the Atlantic cross the road?"