When I was a kid my dad would occasionally get lost when we were driving to some other town – usually to pick something up, I'd reluctantly tag along as the car

When I was a kid my dad would occasionally get lost when we were driving to some other town – usually to pick something up, I'd reluctantly tag along as the carrying help – and every so often he'd stop by the side of the road and ask me to pull out the atlas. Then he'd sit there, figure out where we were, figure out how to get to where we were going, or to the next waypoint, then give me instructions to read out where to go. "Next right, straight for about 10 miles then there's a dirt road on the left" – that sort of thing. Those were good drives. No distractions, other than farm houses and the occasional cow or horse.