Aussie Jill

A coworker and I were on the road today, headed to Provo, Utah for an interview of a witness to an alleged crime. The default voice on the GPS receiver is starting to fill me with guilt each time "she" laments "recalculating" at what she believes to be every driver error. So we decided to give a new voice named "Jill" a chance. Jill is supposed to be Australian.

Now I don't know if it's just me, but Jill's got a bit of hotness going on here.

I love the way she says "Charleston Road."

All the same, I can't abide sexual tension with my GPS. I'm returning to the old, familiar, disappointed voice. With an apology for having strayed for a day.

Broken

This small aircraft tire was over a football field's distance away from the crash site. They probably enjoyed a wonderful morning in the air before falling from the sky onto our beach.