ViaMichelin X-950

How do you turn a £20 quid satnav, bought from the local Steptoe and Son, into a pocket media player? Well, I’ll show you.

The aforementioned ViaMichelin X-950 runs Windows CE 4.2 Core as its base OS, with the GPS and mapping software running on top of that.

What we need is to stop it running the the mapping software automatically, but leave it on there with an option to run it.

To do this you’ll need the driver disk that can with the unit. ActiveSync alone won’t suffice here, and anyway it has to be ActiveSync 3.8 as later versions won’t work correctly (especially with WinXP SP3).

So install the software, fire up ActiveSync and connect the unit with a USB cable.

Next you’ll need to download the file at http://www.gpspassion.com/download/custVM_GpsPasSion_buddy.zip and extract it somewhere (to your desktop will do).

Run the custVM_GpsPasSion_buddy.exe program and follow the onscreen prompts. Answer Next/Yes/OK until its done.

Now unplug the satnav from the USB and reset it using the button on the back.

Click the OK box on the screen twice to install both software items, and then wait for the thing to reset itself. It should now look like this:

Win CE Screen

Next you’ll want to download http://hautil.free.fr/bm/ScreenRotate.zip, and copy the files in it to \Program Files\ScreenRotate. Running that program will, surprisingly, rotate the screen through 90 degrees.

Using Windows Explorer, find the file \Program Files\ScreenRotate\ScreenRotate.exe and create a Destktop short cut (File -> Send to -> Desktop as Shortcut).

Next you’ll need to run \My Documents\CustoVM\RegEdit.exe and change some settings.

Change the value of HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE \ System \ CurrentControlSet \ Control \ Power \ Timeouts \ BattSuspendTimeOut to be 2700 (which is 45 minutes).

By now you’ll be wondering where the WinCE control bar is, and how to input data. Well if you tap the very bottom edge of the screen near the plastic, the control bar will appear, and from here you can enable the on screen keyboard.

So far you should have a machine that boots into Win CE and has a video player (CORE) installed, and the mapping system still available (as an icon on the desktop called MapSonic.

You’ll be wanting an image viewer too, so download the file http://hp.vector.co.jp/authors/VA003011/gqe/gq151hpce.zip and extract it somewhere on your PC. The copy the files from the ARM directory to \Program Files\GQ and create a desktop shortcut.

And there you have it. Copy some sound files, JPGs and videos onto the thing and away you go.

You want a demo? Oh go on.

This info was gleaned from http://www.gpspassion.com/forumsen/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=57135 but that is in French, and this isn’t.

Here is the map:

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Download the file

And as a bonus, here is a map of the route where I wandered…

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http://www.coobeastie.co.uk/gecm/

However, if I even look like i’m considering mapping all the UK’s abandonned and derelict railway lines, please shoot me.

So, how cheaply can I bodge one together?

Well, using a my long suffering Skypephone and a Bluenext BN-906GR (£25.44 incl VAT and P&P from BlueUnplugged.com), I think I’ve cracked it.

Software wise, I’m running TrekBuddy on the phone, which needs some fiddling with to get working. I’m using v0.9.83 (download link), and this is what I did:

Firstly, download TrekBuddy from that link above, and copy it across to your phone. You might as well do this by plugging the phone in via the USB connector and using it as a mass storage device, as you’re now going to have to create some directories.

On the phone, create the directory TrekBuddy, and in that directory create some more called:maps, resources, sounds, tracks-gpx, tracks-nmea, ui-profiles and wpts.

Now, go and get a map. I’ve been using GM2TB to get google maps. If you go for a map of the whole country then you’ll not be able to see your location very well, so I’ve just grabbed a map of the Stafford area. I’f I go somewhere else, I’ll make a map of that area first.

Anyway, get your map from GM2TB, and save the .tar file in your TrekBuddy/maps directory.

Now install the trekbuddy.jar file, and run the application. It won’t work properly.

Enter Settings, then Basic. Change the name of the default map to file:///Memory%20card/TrekBuddy/maps/stafford.tar (assuming, of course that your map file was called stafford.tar), and change the Data Dir to file:///Memory%20card/TrekBuddy/

Now save the settings, exit the application.

Pair your GPS reciever with your phone as per the makers instructions.

Now start TrekBuddy again and go through the menus to start a tracklog. All should be good.

To view you track in Google Earth, you’ll need to copy the .gpx files on to your PC (either by using the phone as a USB memory device or by Bluetooth), and convert them using something like Routeconverter.

Then hey presto, you can see where you’ve roughly been. I say roughly because despite a claimed accuracy of 2.5m, a test track of me walking home from work shows me walking down the middle of the River Sow for 100 yards.

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The Victory is a 32ft narrowboat, built in 2005. It’s a day hire boat which will take 10 people. It cost us £120 for the day (0900-1730), plus a deposit of £80, which remarkably we got back. (You can get it for £100 for a weekday, but we paid for an extra hour on the grounds that we really had no idea what we were doing, and were therefore probably going to be late back)

Upon this epic voyage went myself, Steve, Big Debbie, Little Debbie, Trudy, Alan, Big Dave, Mel Black Sheep, Handleman Jeff and Kev the Cowboy. The sum total of our previous experience can be summed up like this: I’d been on a boat about 25 years ago, and Jeff fell into the canal when he was a kid… about sixty years ago.

After the 10 minute explanation of what to do (to go right, push left, and let others pass on your left/port side) and what not to do (no going to fast, no mooring on the non-towpath side, no acts of piracy without a Privateer’s License issued by The Queen), we set off in the direction of Gnosall, accompanied by a man who made sure I didn’t ram any of the expensive boats nearby.

Soon he jumped overboard (on to the path) and let us get on with it.

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The plan was to head south to Gnosall, grab some food from The Navigation, then continue out to the Hartley Arms at Wheaton Aston. However our plans were scuppered by The Navigation not being open, despite a sign on a previous bridge advertising breakfasts from half past seven. (We later learned that the sign had been put up by a previous landlord, and that nobody had bothered to remove it. Debbie offered to do it and was told she could have the sign. In the end, we couldn’t be bothered either.) So, after the comedy act that was our attempt at mooring (we really should have videoed this), we had to set off again. Nobody fell in at this point, so we’ll count it as a success.

Now on to bridges…. Well, the bridges on this stretch of the Shropshire Union Canal are narrow, with only about nine inches of clearance on each side (it might seem a huge gap to some, but remember: I have no idea what I’m doing), and the front of the boat has a whopping blind spot (where all the people sit) at the front. My plan to avoid a massive collision was to get a lookout to tell me how much space I had on each side. It was a plan so simple that the only way it could possibly fail would be if someone shouted, “Lets touch the bridge wall!” causing everyone to leap to one side, the boat to lean over and shift in the water. So…. clonk.

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It was a bloody miserable day, but as much of the route is either heavily wooded, or in a cutting, or both, the wind didn’t bother us that much. In places it can be very gloomy, with the trees hanging overhead. This is an excellent opportunity to try to hit someone with a tree. I know its irresponsible and childish, but so am I.

Steve commented that we really needed some music, either something that Martin Sheen would be listening to whilst heading up river to see Colonel Kurtz, or “Dueling Banjos”. Five minutes later we saw a local with a shotgun sitting on a bench by Rye Hill Cutting Bridge. He seemed cheerful, and we didn’t get bum-raped, which was nice.

I had been given the impression that canal boaters could be a miserable lot, always shouting at hire boat people and considering them the scum of the earth, but pretty much everyone we saw was friendly enough. An example of this is the nice couple on the light blue boat Almeida (possibly Almeira – I was a bit busy to note the correct name) who didn’t get annoyed even when we nearly rammed them whilst avoiding another boat. They were very helpful, even though they described day boats as “mobile chicanes”, a term I reserve for old people in Rover 75s, possibly wearing hats, with tartan blankets on the back shelves, on Sundays.

The only people who did get arsey with us were a couple in a ramshackle boat that look like a half collapsed garden shed. They seemed to think that the top speed we could do (as limited by a whacking great bolt blocking the accelerator), and my slowing down to avoid hitting bridges (see above) were impeding their progress. After I let them pass, they shot off at about twice our speed shouting something about their engine cutting out if they went too slow. Great.

Anyway… Wheaton Aston is a nice little village, and the Hartley Arms is a nice pub, but this isn’t about pubs.

Turning the boat round was a piece of cake, and the return run was much like the first leg, apart from one incident. Little Debbie had a go at steering, and within a minute forgot about the tiller going to the left to steer right. Making matters worse, she’d somehow managed to be standing behind the tiller arm, so as I tried to avoid crunching into the bank she very nearly went into the water (and the whirly blades of death). Luckily she didn’t and we bounced lightly off the bank (sort of).

Other minor irritating incidents: Debbie arsing about on the roof and nearly dropping the lifebelt in the water, Debbie nearly losing the wooden pole pretending to punt, Debbie using the boathook to try and snag trees (nearly decapitating Mel), people trying to see how far over the boat would tip (quite a way).

This post is getting too long, so here’s the end…

We got back to Norbury at about 5pm, gave the boat back and set of for the pub. Perfect timing. The heavens opened, and the Junction Inn’s carpark flooded in about fifteen minutes.

If theres one problem with this trip, its this: I now have an expensive hobby. At £100 a time this is going to cost me a fortune.