Fallen way behind again, of course. Busy with eclipse. Nameless did most of the driving for the 7-hr drive home from Jackman, ME to just north of Boston. It did OK, meaning it was the cause of no fearful events. I had my wife with me and fearful events are a no-no. So FSDS did its now appropriately-named job, and I continue to be cautiously optimistic about the future.
Some points of failure, pretty sure it would be 12.3.3 through all of Maine that isn't an interstate, but these were really back roads:
1. Speed limit signs at night. Ugh. My indicated speed limit kept changing around randomly. When V11 got confused by the speed limit I just quickly scrolled to the one I wanted and that was the end of it (until another sign came along and it would read it correctly.) Now, you're playing guessing games with that scroll wheel.
2. Randomly slows way down, go pedal gets applied, back to sorta normal I guess. Head scratcher.
3. Tailgates. I wish I knew how to say to FSDS "Back the hell off".
Now, last thing I want to share is my own damn fault but perhaps it may serve as a cautionary tale: by the time we got within a mile of our house via an interesting (fun) road with tight curves, I was rather tired and a bit slumped with both legs kinda to my left. We approached the tightest left curve and I let go of the yoke so it could spin freely, but I forgot about the position of my legs and the yoke caught on my right knee area and disengaged just as we were in the middle of that curve. I managed to correct before we ran into the guardrail but it scared the bejeezus out of my wife (who was already pissed at me for something else) so, yeah, watch those legs you yoke folk.