Seven years ago I stood somehow in a traffic jamming on the Painting Bridge. Who does not know Moscow is a new bridge, very long, because it goes down the stream of the river, where the radiation - and the shores there are environmental protection, and they can not be paved a road.
Since the bridge is new, the GPS doesn’t know about it and goes crazy trying to put a point on the offshore.
Then hangs, but after a while eats joyfully.
I see a new route.
On the river! with the name of the farmer. With some signs (bags, what?) To the place, the good on the Frunzenskaya coastline should have been.

Two programs in one, fucking.