Lose Yourself in the Seeking of the Location?

"Hub."
"Hub? is that a city? Hub, utah?"
"Um, I don't think so, but that's what the sign says."

That's about how descriptive utah street signs are, if they say anything at all. We were out looking for a friend's house which, inconveniently, seems to be located in Lindon, I mean, what's wrong with Orem? Hub, by the way, seems to be some sort of code word for American Fork. We left at about 7:10 PM and the preceding conversation took place at about 8:30.

How did we manage to take more than and hour and twenty minutes to get to somewhere about ten minutes away? well, after thinking about it, it can only be concluded that it started with an overconfidence in the internet. mapquest to be more exact. After calling the aforementioned friend whose house it was, we decided to just check mapquest for how to get there, this was because of a previous statement the friend had made regarding the uselessness of having his address alone. it probably would have been simpler to have just paid enough attention to our surroundings to know where lindon was beforehand, but sadly, neither of us did. So mapquest was the perfect solution, just follow the directions and you can't go wrong can you? well, yes, you can.

Well, all roads don't actually lead to rome, as the adage says. Most of them actually lead to other roads, and some of them break certain laws of physics in jumping from 200 East to 1500 East AND alternating cities in far less than the implied distance. Such were the roads on which we travelled, a single road could travel hundreds of yards and switch from pleasant grove, to lindon, to orem, and then to pleasant grove again, with occasional stops in AF (a.k.a. hub), in about 35 seconds. After travelling on such roads for maybe an hour, my first rebellious thought came:

"Austin, why are we on 800 North when the address clearly says 80 South?"
"Ummm... well... mapquest said..."
"Screw mapquest, we're 8 blocks farther north than we're supposed to be, and and I don't watch star trek enough to understand this road at all."

Well, we went to 80 south, and after avoiding some more laws-of-physics-breaking roads, we finally found the house at about 9:10, mostly by luck, about 2 hours after we left. Interestingly, when I was going home (which did take about 10 minutes, by the way) I looked at my gas, and it said my tank was completely full. I'm afraid I'll never understand that one.

So How did all this happen? Some blame has to go to mapquest for telling us the wrong freeway exit, the wrong street, and for trying to make us find non-existent streets in "Lindon", then the rest of the blame must go to me, for not thinking of looking at the actual address until after about an hour and forty-five minutes of choosing the roads less traveled, and not knowing where lindon was in the first place. So it can only be concluded that I'm an idiot.