THE GOOD OL` GPS

I had a Garage Sale at the weekend and on Sunday there were two chaps of dark complexion browsing around looking interested in the variety of junk on sale. When all other browsers had left the two chaps asked me in very limited English if I knew where they could get a mechanic.
I replied “no not on a Sunday of a long weekend”
Then after a lot of trying to understand what the problem was I eventually figured that they had an electrical problem of some kind, possibly the alternator.
A while later I figured that the Ford Transit van was Diesel so once started, it could be driven OK but not at night.
More discussion ( I was getting better at understanding Arabic ? Pakistani? Indian? ??? by the minute ) “no no de cig plug”, ah now I’m really up with it, I get the multi meter go to test the cig plug and there is a GPS plugged in, no power at the plug , I find the fuse panel, ah ha the fuse is blown.
I fit a new fuse BINGO the Navman now works and they are both excited.
Many “thank you`s” later I learnt that they were travelling from somewhere in NSW to Adelaide, didn’t have a clue how to get there except to rely entirely on what the GPS told them.
I gave them a spare fuse and suggested that if another one blew to turn the GPS off and buy a map at a servo.
After much nodding of heads and smiles and very lengthy handshakes they reversed out onto the Highway the wrong way, drove forward onto the foot path, through the table drain, on to the highway and I presume headed for Adelaide.

I thought later that it might be the first leg of an outback excursion. Ha Ha lol

The Missus and I are still having a giggle about how some people manage to get about.

Scrubby