"Jenny's got a brand new dress, it's pretty and she bought it for a dollar"
How is it that I can be one of the most timid drivers on the face of the earth, spending most of my time behind the wheel horrifically uncomfortable and certain death is imminent and, as a result, being generally too anxious to learn how the car works and maneuver it properly . . . and yet parallel park in tiny spaces as smoothly as James Bond covered in a fine layer of Astroglide?