I may have already mentioned this, but my mother Mary was a terrible cook. That said, her cooking skills were vastly superior to any she possessed necessary to safely operate a motor vehicle. Aside from having poor spatial recognition and peripheral vision, faulty hand-to-eye coordination, slow reflexes, the complete inability to anticipate potential threats or even normal behavior exhibited by other drivers, and general nervousness behind the wheel bordering on the comically absurd, she did fine.