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My babysitter told me that I had to sit in a car seat so the police could see me. If I was down too low, they couldn't see me if the drove by or we got in an accident. I believed that for the longest time! When I was older, and finally got to sit normally in the car, I asked my mother, "Am i really tall enough for the police to see me?" She was very confused until I told her what my babysitter had said. then she explained the real reason for car seats. I was so embarassed!
I used 2 believe that you could legally exceed the speed limit by upto 10 miles per hour while over taking another vehicle on a county road. I thought that becoz my father, while driving in the country usually sticks to the speed limit except when overtaking another vehicle and besides when you travel a little faster while overtaking, you will have to spend much less time in the oncoming lane.
My mother when she was 7 or 8 yrs would be in the car near her school waiting for her brother.( He would make my mother wait while he did some grocery shopping).She would scare her classmates saying that she would start the car & run over them( obvioulsly there wouldn't be the ignition key).The poor kids would run for their lives. She tells me she has done it many times!
We used to believe that if we held our arms straight out the car window, like wings, we could make the car fly like an airplane. Now if dad would drive just a LITTLE bit faster... Or maybe if we flapped our "wings" like birds...
I always thought that the cruise control actually DROVE the car for you. Steering and all! I always wondered why my parents were "pretending to drive" even when they put the cruise on.
When I was younger, it was quite an ordeal for my parents, having 3 kids each 2 years apart. So, when getting in or out of the car, my parents would have us hold onto the car so it "didn't roll away". The real reason being that they didn't want us to run into the traffic. So, when my dad was driving me to school and he'd start the car and realize he forgot something in the house, he'd leave the car idoling and run inside for a minute. I'd burst into tears because I was buckled and couldn't get out. I was afraid the car would roll away with me in it. I was always SO relieved when he came back. I still to this day always make sure that the Ebrake is ALL THE WAY UP!!
My sister used to believe that when you rolled the window down in the car, it literally 'rolled' up into a tube.
I was sure that the "Windshield factor" was the tempurature on your windshield when you were driving. Once I learned it was 'wind chill' factor, i realized i wasn't too far off.
When I was growing up, I loved to play with gadgets and electronics. The motorized rear view mirrors that you could control with a small joystick in my Dad's car were a favorite to mess around with. He got fed up with me and told me there's another way to move the mirrors by pressing the Saab emblem on the front of the glove box. After he secretly moved it when I pushed it about 5 times, he stopped and said I must have broke it.
When i was traveling with my parents in our car i believed that our King (yes i'm living in Sweden, a monarchy) always was driving first in the lane, in his car whit the queen. Whatever we where driving the Kings car was always the first car. Imagine that, can there be a first car in the lane? Silly or not...
I used to think that the "coast" button on the cruise control would actually take you to the coast, specifically Port Aransas. I was very disappointed when I started to drive and it didn't.
Whenever we drove under an overpass, I would wonder how the cars on it got up so high. I finally asked my dad and he told me that cars would wait in line and a crane would lift them up onto it. I spent months waiting for it to happen to us, but I figured I just missed it every time and was horribly frustrated.
Why was the concept of an incline so hard for me?
I bought my first car (used) and right away it broke down. I said "It's a good thing I have car insurance". My mom explained that car insurance only pays for accidents. I was very shocked that I had to pay for the repairs myself. How dumb was I.
When I was little, before there were seatbelts, we had an old car, and the floor in back was getting rusty, so that you could see the road below through little holes. On long trips, we 9 kids used to take naps in the back window, on the seats, and on the floor. One day my mom, remarking about the little rust holes said "One of these days the whole bottom is going to fall out of the floor." I was terrified and never slept on it again!
Not mine, but a very intelligent mate of mine once asked his father while out in the car what the sticker with GB on the back of a car meant. His father asked him if he remembered what the red letter L meant, to which he replied "learner" - his father then had him believing well into his teens that GB meant "Getting Better"
When I was much younger I was terrified of learning how to drive and swore I would never drive as an adult. Why? Because I knew I could never figure out how to make those little movements of the steering wheel (the minor adjustments one makes when the road isn't completely smooth). I couldn't understand WHY people did that; it wasn't as if we were making teeny tiny turns.
When I was little my dad bought a new car. The first car I'd ever seen with cruise control. Dad was bragging about this wonderful feature. So I asked him - just what is cruise control. He explained that it made the car go by itself. I thought about that for a while then asked him - How does it know when to turn? I was so afraid that his new car was going to drive it's self off during the night that for several days I locked the garage door so it couldn't get out.
I thought that cruise control meant you didn't have to steer. (I had heard that cruise is especially useful when driving long straight roads)
When I was little, I thought that when you wound down the window in the car, it would actually roll up into a cylinder of glass. This wouldn't have been too bad, except it took me until I was fifteen to realise that couldn't happen.
Anytime anyone said we were "going over a bridge", I would freak out. I thought we were going to drive over the metal frame of the bridge, like a rollercoaster.
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