Polly Hill. Driving map of Santa Cruz, 1912
There is a nice write up of this hand map on Strange Maps. It reminds me that there was a time when people got into cars and drove around, looking at things, usually on Sunday afternoons. Let's go out for a drive! Who today in their right mind would think this was a treat? but it used to be.
Driving has become such a chore: too fast, too much road surface, too noisy, an A to B experience, preferrably without incident. No time to look at scenery, no stopping for gas and finding a courteous attendant, in fact little courtesy on the road itself. It is all such a struggle.