I live in St Louis, MO. I-270 goes North-South through the city, then turns and goes East-West once it gets to the edge of North County, maybe it turns North-South again after crossing the Mississippi at some point when it gets to Columbus.
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Heheh, not likely. Here in Columbus, I-270 is a big giant loop circling the entire metro area, as you can see in this map.
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Because I kept forgetting phone numbers, I tried to turn them into words. It doesn’t work well if there are 1s or 0s in the number, though. But one of my friends lives at FRY-ROME. (Insert obligatory joke about fiddling while Rome burns)
I forgot how to catch a baseball - mostly because I stopped playing baseball and started juggling sometime back in high school. When I joined the company softball team, it took me a long time to get used to catching the ball in the pocket of the glove rather than where my hand actually is.
I can’t write in cursive to save my life. My signature has degenerated over years, but it’s nowhere near as bad as the illegible scribbles of some other people. It’s gotten to the point where I have to actively concentrate on writing “two hundred thirty-seven dollars” on a check, though. I feel like I’m in second grade.
Once when I was a junior high kid, someone asked me what grade I was in…
“4th”
::wait, that sounds wrong. I’m not in 4th grade any more::
“…I mean 5th. Uh, 6th. Geez…”
::OK what school do I go to? Who is my teacher?::
“…7th grade.”
Of course everyone standing around me wasn’t standing any more!
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Here in Denver I-270 is a 4 mile long stretch of highway with about 3 exits. It forms the hypoteneuse of a triangle with I-70 and I-25. As far as I know the only connection it has to any other I-270 is the number.
Back to the OP I forget words and which hand is right. The most mundane thing I ever forgot how to do was drive. I literally could not remember how to start the car.
I have…
…picked up the phone handset and stared at my PC keyboard, trying to remember how to dial.
…to do the math to remember how old I am. Every time.
…to keep my home address and phone number in my wallet.
…looked directly at a cow-orker and could not remember their name - after having worked together for over 5 years.
I really should look into assisted living…
i CANNOT use an electric can opener. if i do not have a good handheld can-opener, i am so screwed.
i still do not type well.
i cannot tie my shoes, i am always retying them.
on the bright side, i can now fill a portable oxygen tank.
I’ve never been able to remember any kind of number, so that really doesn’t count as something I’ve “forgotten.” I do, however, forget my own age pretty frequently anymore. I usually start rounding up about midway through the year (it lessens the shock on the birthday), and I forget if the age I’m remembering is my actual age or the one I’m going to be.
I was helping my second-grader with her homework the other day when I realized that I’ve forgotten how to write capital F, I, Q, and Z in script. We had to get the book out.
The most frightening lapse was a week or so ago. I was driving in heavy traffic and just for a second I forgot what those red lights on the back of a car mean. Luckily, I hadn’t forgotten about not following too closely.
Before I have caffeine in me is when I can’t think straight, and it’s a catch-22. Sometimes I forget to put water in the coffee maker. Sometimes I forget to put coffee in the coffee maker. Once I forgot both. I just switched the machine on an expected coffee to come. (It never did).
I forget nouns. I started “losing” nouns after I had my first child. Probably from sleep deprivation ;). Ask me where something is, and I’ll tell you it’s in, on, under, around the …thing. I have a mental picture of the object, just not the—whatzit—name. I can describe the thing in some detail: "It’s in the place where you hang your coat…ummm…hall closet.
My family calls it “Mom Disease”. I noted that Fairy Chat Mom and SoMoMom also do this. Nounless Moms Unite!! We’ll have a meeting in the…ummm…the…ummm.
This morning the phone was ringing. I got out of bed and answered the front door. I am not a morning person. 
I forgot…um…what the hell do I do with this thing with the keys?
I used to know how to solve a Rubik’s Cube, but I’ve completely forgotten all the moves. Is that pathetic enough to qualify?
Oh, and lolagranola, that sig is hilarious. whoever that Chef Troy guy is, he must keep everyone around him laughing so much that tour guides point the milk fountaining out of their noses to tourists.
I have a tendency to lose nouns, too. Invariably, I replace the missing noun with “whoosher.” As in, “I have to get money out of the ATM. Where’s my… my… where’s my whoosher? You know, that swipey thing?”
Something just occurred to me: are you sure you should be taking a several hundred mile bike ride if you can’t even get off the bike? 
That’s why it’s a several hundred mile ride.