I will admit, however, that Tom-Tom has a rather sardonic sense of humor when it comes to routing. My dear Tom-Tom has routed me over "roads" that scared me more than my worst day of flying (which happened to involve a near mid-air, just by way of comparison). Roads that you can feel crumbling away beneath you as you drive upon them. Roads that even the local deer and bears avoid when they're sober.
Roads like this one:
But hey, what's life without some excitement?
While Tom-Tom provides navigation and excitement, Sirius provides music. There's pretty much zilch in the way of commercial radio here, so everyone has Sirius. We have Sirius in the car, Sirius at home, and Sirius playing over the sound system at the supermarket. Sixties on Six usually, because we have a lot of old farts in this town.