A baseball bat to the freakin NIT should do it. I drove for 2 hours each way to my boss' lake house in Cedar Creek in the rain on labor day. Not familiar with the area, I asked the "Queen" as Jennifer refers to the English bird in my navigation system, for directions. This had to be one of the most hysterical things I've ever encountered. After exiting 175, she boldly stated that I needed to make an immediate u-turn, unaware of the recent off ramp. After ignoring her babbling for 20 minutes, she got pissed and refused to give me any further directions (B*TCH!). We had to call my boss to talk us in. The "Queen" remained mum until the return trip where she was happy to give me incorrect directions all the way back. So..... I don't blame you for wanting to turn the thing off permanently!!!! Better than listening to the comedy channel though!