RoadtripMojo has been around for far too long with no terms of service to guide our relationship with fellow roadtrippers – and cover our a$$e$ in case some pansy gets offended. So, lazy meme thieves that we are, we asked Google’s Bard chatbot to conjure some rules of the road. Our prompt: “Write 250 words on an unreasonable terms of service for roadtripmojo website.” About 10 seconds later, it gave us the following semi-legalese, indefensible gobbledygook – plus the image of car-meets-cow, for added import. (I’m kind of expecting a fat bill for this from an attorney somewhere)
“Welcome, thrill-seekers and wanderlust warriors, to RoadtripMojo, the engine that fuels your spontaneous adventures! By clicking “I Accept” below, you’re not just powering up your RV, hitching up your travel trailer, or even renting a van – you’re signing a hilarious pact with the open road (and some potentially questionable legal clauses). So, grab a granola bar, crank up the tunes, and prepare for the wildest ride of your digital life:
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When we used to hit University of Florida Gators home football games, we’d eye all those macdaddy RVs and campers and wonder what it would be like to roadtrip or camp to a football game. How’s your chance to find out.
The experiment continues. After asking ChatGPT to write an essay on music festival camping in the style of Hunter S. Thompson, Andy suggested I ask it to write one in the style of Vladimir Nabokov. In less than a minute, it delivered. My Prompt: Write a 500-word article in English on camping at music festivals in the style of Vladimir Nabokov.