We used to think that everybody took their vacation in the warm summer months , but we were wrong with that assumption, there are a multitude of people who take their vacation during the other seasons including the fall season.

In North America which is Canada and the United States, a large portion of those taking a fall vacation like to go on fall colors tours.
Having lived in the northern United States and Canada I personally despise the fall season. One reason is it's the end of summer and the end of warm weather and summer fun. Another reason is we had 14 trees on our property, therefore I have acquired a strong aversion to leaves changing color and falling. Which requires raking and bagging 60ish paper bags of leaves that you also have to keep dry before the curbside pickup so that the bags are not wet and break.

If it were not for the approximately 1,200 total bags of leaves over 20 years, and the blister raising raking that we had to toil with, I too might enjoy the fall colors vacation.

MapQuest Original

We have joked about this before, but apparently it is not a joke, but it is actually true.

We have joked about men not asking for directions. Comedians have even done comedy material on men not stopping and asking for directions. Some Men would rather risk running out of gas before stopping and asking for directions. Not asking for directions is it a machismo testosterone thing?

Maybe men don't ask for driving directions because they were the hunters, and have an innate ability to find their way. A hunter couldn't just stop at another village and ask which way his village was, he might then become the hunted.

Or, maybe women are more prone to ask for directions because they like to talk(yak) to strangers and men do not.
It could also be a pride thing. A man can't let it be known that someone else knows something that he does not.

Now there appears to be factual information that women utilize directions and men do not.

On the website Alexa, which ranks a webpage by internet visits/popularity, they also give a gender breakdown of who visits MapQuest.
They report that approximately 20% of the MapQuest internet average are male, and that 99% of the internet average is females.
So who is lost or not lost?

MapQuest Original

Look at this old timeless classic. It kind of resembles the modern day UPS truck except the UPS trucks are enclosed. Back then when this vechicle was in use there were less streets, roads and highways but you could still easily get lost.

 Driving directions were straight from a map or a yap, (someones mouth).

Drivers were always stopping and asking for directions.

Your first choice in asking for directions was the person walking/standing/loitering on the street, that is, if that person had looked knowledgeable and or trustworthy.



The second choice for driving directions was the filling station. The filling station employee was always getting asked for driving directions, so you hoped they knew what they were talking about.



The third choice was if you were in a rural area, and it would not be a choice it was a last resort. You would sheepishly, as you were walking past sheep, tuck your tail between your legs as you walked past various animals with tails, and go knock on a farm house door and admit you were lost and needed directions.

The good and bad part of doing this was you remembered all of those farmers daughters jokes, of which we're going to tell none.

MapQuest Original

Sometimes you get the picture, sometimes you don't get the picture and we are not talking modern photography that utilizes pixels, sd card, or upload to your pc, 15 years ago it would have been film, developing, and a second set of pics free.
Other descriptive terms of the point we're trying to drive home which is about driving home or anywhere else are, clueless, out to lunch,brain dead, incapacitated, and the funniest derogatory term ever, nincompoop.
Sometimes you are lost, sometimes you are really lost. Fifteen years ago you were really lost because you didn't have MapQuest.
Nowadays  you don't have to be a brain dead lost nincompoop, to which we say thank you MapQuest.