Not-so-fine motor skills

Every time I get in the car for the first (and second...and third...) time during a school vacation, I inevitably go through the following thought process:

• Oh no. I have to drive.
• Oh god. I haven't driven in 5 months.
• Ok I can do this. 
• So, first step... Key in. Great! I got the hang of this!
• Oh god. Key to the right or the left?
• Right? Yes? YES! This is easy.
• Oh no...which is the gas and which is the brake!?!?! I do NOT want to mess this up.
• I bet it's this one--(VROOOOM). Oops, I guess it's the other one.
• Ok, press the brake? Check.  
• Switch to reverse?  Check. 
• AND WE'RE OFF. YES. SUCCESS.
• Whew. Made it out of the driveway. Easy cruisin' from here!

(45 seconds later, after making it out of the neighborhood)

• ...oh god. I forgot how to get to Starbucks.

I pull over to the side of the road and program Magellan, the GPS system.  Maggie, for short.  Usually, Maggie has a soothing British accent, but today, she sounded rather harsh when she reminded me that Starbucks only involves one left turn and one right turn from my neighborhood. Fail. 

My muscle-memory in the "how to operate heavy machinery" department tends to disappear with bewildering and embarrassing rapidity.