“In three hundred feet, turn left on Hope Boulevard.” “Recalculating…” “Turn right on Hope Center Drive and bear left.” “Recalculating…” “A better route is available.” “Congestion on I-91. A better route is available.” “Recalculating” “I said turn right!” Tina—my GPS—before she died hated me and the monologue above is a sneak view into the relationship we shared on the road. Not any fault of mine, I get my right and left mixed up and I can say with confidence that I have heard her utter the word ‘recalculating’ more than giving me directions. But for those of us who don’t…