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My Father used to tell me that our car (which we had named Basanti) knew the way home. He would demonstrate this by removing his hands of the wheel and once he even removed his feet of the accelerator and Basanti kept going in the direction that lead to our house! Little did this nine year old duffus know that Basanti had Cruise Control!!!
That when u opened all the windows on just one side of the car the wind would make it tip over.
My mother told me she used to believe that the it was the pavement on the street that moved the cars, and not the cars that drove themselves...
I used to read the text on cars' side-view mirrors wrongly. It really says "Objects In Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear." I thought it was two separate sentences: "Objects in mirror are closer. Then they appear." Like maybe they would suddenly appear after it seemed they were very far away? I dunno, it made sense at the time.
i used to believe when people first bought cars that they didnt drive it they just picked it and walked home with and that people had only one birhtday in their entire lives.
At the Illinios toll booths I used to think that there were trolls living under the coin machines that counted the change and then let the gate up for you if it was correct and if it was wrong that they would come up and get you
When I was 2 or 3 i used to think if I clicked the seatbelt button on the righthand side of my mom's car i would cause the car to blowup!
I remember as we rode home at night I would look out the window at the shoulder of the road and I would always see shiny disks reflecting light in my eyes. For the longest time I believed that they were silver dollars and that If I could only get my dad to stop the car I would be rich! Later in life I would walk along the dirt roads and search the shoulders but alas! they were only tin cans disgarded by litterbugs. (Must have been a lack of depth perception.)
I use to believe that the world turned at all the right spots while we were driving in our car. So, the car wouldn't actually be moving, but the world was just turning for us. I use to wonder how cars travelled in a different direction...
Back when I was around 6-7 years old I used to think the antenna on cars was like an antenna on a remote control car, and that god was controlling all the cars at once.
I used to believe the lane marker bumps on the road and on the shoulder were a type of braille so blind people could drive.
Whenever we were in the car, I used to believe that it was the scenery that moved, not the car. By turning the steering wheel, my mom was adjusting the street and the brakes were a way to make everything stop. Also, if it was night and the moon was out, I believed we were racing it.
Sometimes (by changing the road) my mom won, but mostly she lost.
When I was very young my father would turn on the cruise control on certain road trips. He would then show me that he did not have his foot on the gas. He would tell me that there was a giant magnet in the road pulling alon the cars.
As a child I thought each car had its own lane on the highway because I always heard my parents say, "Get out of MY lane."
When I was little, that my parents told me that they swerved to avoid bags on the road because "you never know what could be in it." I always imagined people leaving bags of kittens or puppies in the bags to be run over. It was much later that I realized my parents were thinking of sharp things that could puncture their tires.
When i was little i use to think boogie men lived inside car and airplane seats. So everytime someone accidently knocked into the back of my seat I thought the boogie man was trying to freak me out. Stupid boogie man and his stupid scarey games. I didn't like when he did that.
I used to believe, driving in front of all the other cars on the highway, Knight Rider was leading the pack.
I used to think cars drove in perfect single file lines.
I thought that everyone must keep the steering wheel moving a little left to a bit right stoplessly while driving a car or the car will go in crooked way. I always see my mom doing that and in some cartoons and tv shows.
When I was 6, my grandpa used to let me sit on his lap and steer the car on the highway. He had giant cadillac with an enormous hood ornament. He told me that in order to keep the car on the road I had to keep the hood ornament lined up with the solid line on the right side of the lane. It actually worked pretty well (exits aside). I couldn't figure out how my mom managed to keep her Volkswagen slugbug on the road.
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