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I used to believe that all roads were perfectly straight. From my too-short-to-see-above-the-dash perspective, I noticed that my mother had to keep turning the wheel (for curves in the road and such) and I remember thinking that something must be wrong with our car.
I didn't understand the concept of a radio - I thought every car was made playing a certain kind of music. My grandparents listen to classical and, after they got a new car, I remember saying "It's a good thing this car plays the kind of music you like!"
We had a Station Wagon with an automatic back window. There was a small lever near the steering wheel that operated it. My mom had me convinced that if I pushed the button the car would fly. I was too terrified to ever touch the button.
When I was about seven, I saw a person turn left while they had their right-turn signal on.
I thought that's how it worked for a long time!
...that the correct way to drive a car on a highway was to straddle the center yellow lines (my visual perspective from the passenger side of my Dad's Buick) Fortunately it would be many years before I would be old enough to get a driver's liscense.
I used to think that the "wind chill factor" was the "windshield factor" that was somehow derived by measuring the temperature of the windshield when a car was going really fast.
When I would be in the car with my parents as a really young kid, and I heard them mention "high beams", I thought they were saying "high beans". I pictured yellow string-beans as part of the car headlights!
During a family vacation out west (New York to California), my mother was very nervous driving through St. Louis and hitting the right Interstate exit, so in order to get us kids to shut up, she said "You better be quiet because if I make the wrong turn, we're going to Canada!" This terrified me because I thought there was some horrible last-chance exit in St. Louis which would irrevocably commit you to going to Canada -- yes, if you took this exit you'd go through the whole United States with NO CHANCE to get off the road before hitting the Canadian border... I believed this for a couple of years!
I used to believe that cars were alive and their headlights were eyes.
My mom would tell us kids to press our hands on the roof of the car as we passed under a bridge. This was to hold up the bridge so it would not fall on us as we passed under it.
love you Mom :)
My son saw a tow-truck dragging a car behind it. He said"What is wrong with the car?".I said" the battery is dead"
. He said'Who killed the battery?"
When I was very small, I used to have terrifying dreams about being stuck in a car in the middle of a large drawbridge as it opened. I still do on occasion, and I don't like traveling over large bridges of any kind (sometimes the dreams are about bridges that I know are not drawbridges in real life.) I sometimes wonder whether I am destined to die in a drawbridge accident.
That when my dad put fuel in the car you could only use petrol from the one petrol company and that if you used fuel from another company your car would break down. I thought the fuel from each company was different
I used to believe that when my parents drove to my grandparents house they could do something to make the trip long or short. I would always hope they would make it short. It took a while for me to realize that the "short" trips were short because I had fallen asleep.
This concerns the large pieces of rubber that come off the tires of semi tractors and trailers.
When my son was about five and we were driving on the freeway, I told him this was wild rubber that was run over while trying to cross the interstate at night. He believed that for a couple of more years before finding out the truth.
I used to believe that the gas tank worked like a timer and that if you were almost on empty, you just had to drive faster to get there before the gas ran out. I used to tell my parents this "easy" solution everytime they said we needed gas.
I used to believe that freeways (Highways) were giant conveyor belts, and when cars got onto one it would know where the driver was going, and would deposit the car at the exit nearest thier destination. I was a weird kid! :-P Still am weird!
When I was young and tried to sleep in the backseat of my parents car while driving down the highway, my parents would wait until I was dozing off and say excitedly to each other 'Look! Look at that herd of elephants! There must be 100 of them!" As dopey as I was even I knew that couldn't be [living in Canada] but they were persistant. I had to get up and look. They were twisted at times.
When I was about 4 or 5, I believed that Cars didn't really move. But that the Earth rotated under them, and you had to time it just right to make your turns.
When I'd go on road trips with my parents, every time we'd cross the state line, they'd make the car "bump," like we were going over a speed bump. Until I went on a road trip without my parents when I was a teenager, I thought that there was an actual "line bump" for each state line.
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