They drove into town with Mike at the controls.  It was a fairly small town, without automatic traffic control even downtown.  Mike drove with careful precision, exactly at zone maximum and sliding the little ground car into holes Jill could not see until they were through them.  He did it without effort in the same fashion in which he juggled.  Jill knew how it was done, had even learned to do it a bit herself; Mike stretched his time sense until the problem of juggling eggs or speeding through traffic was an easy one with' everything in slow motion.  Nevertheless she reflected that it was an odd accomplishment for a man who, only months earlier, had been baffled by tying shoelaces.