It took him two hours. The Latitude’s battery died twice; he ran a heavy-duty inverter cable from the car’s cigarette lighter to keep it alive. At one point, a puddle splashed through a gap in the window and sprayed the keyboard. Ankit nearly cried. But he wiped it with his shirt, and the keys still clicked. The Dell soldiered on.
"Latitude, re-route," he muttered into the machine’s cheap microphone. The fan, which had the unfortunate habit of roaring to life at the worst moments, spun up. The 14-inch screen flickered, and the map redrew. "Alternate route via Kundli-Manesar. Estimated time saved: 18 minutes," the navigation software replied. driver dell latitude 3490
He pulled over to the gravel shoulder, the rain hammering the roof. He unclipped the Latitude, brought it onto his lap, and opened the cracked hinge. The screen glowed softly in the grey twilight. It took him two hours