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One day, as my Mom and I were driving in the car, I asked my Mom what the space above the glove compartment was for. She told me that it was an air bag. I asked what it was and how it worked. She told me it was to protect you when someone hits you. I reached over and punched her in the arm. Of fear of being punched again, my Mom quickly specified that another car has to hit our car. I was a little disappointed that I never got to see what an air bag looked like!
Upon watching "The Dukes of Hazzard" I believed that there must be a button in all vehicles that would cause them to jump wildly through the air "YeeeHaaw". When I asked my mom where this button was on our ugly red paneled station wagon, she had to pull over she was laughing so hard:)
Whenever I was little, I used to be afraid to open the window in the car because I was afraid of my mind blowing away.
I used to believe that there were little mice in the door of a car that rolled the window up and down. When I traveled in my grandparent's car and they had manual windows, i thought that the mice were tired so we had to do it ourselves. I believe it was either my dad or grandpa that told me this.
i used to think cars with white light drove on one side of the road and cras with red light drove on the other. Until i asked my dad about it while we where in the car and he told me to look behind us....
My dad used to tell me that Carl Lewis could run as fast as a car. Therefore I used to believe, that if I placed myself next to a car that was about to start, and was able to catch up with it while it accelerated, I could be the next Olympic champion.
For some reason I thought any 4X4 vehicle would pull a wheelie when switched into 2 wheel drive.
I used to believe that whatever image was on the UHAUL truck, was what was inside. So when i saw a dinosaur on a uhaul truck, i was afraid!
I used to believe that at stop lights, cars talked to one another and just rested. I imagined them as out of breath and spreading gossip about the other cars and discussing the traffic up the road.
I eventually asked my mother if that's what the stop lights were for. She laughed.
When I was little, my mom told me, "This car won't move until you buckle the seatbelt." I thought the car literally wouldn't move, like there was a hardware interlock in place or something.
I used to believe that my parents were very slow drivers because all oncoming vehicles appeared to be going much faster.
I used to think that a carpool was an el camino with water in the back that you could sit in and relax while you were driven around.
My dad used to tell me the moon liked me and followed me. I believed him because I would always see it in the sky when we were driving about in the car at night. I caught on though, when I was about nine when I said "If the moon likes me so much why does it seem to have an unhappy face?"
When I was in the back of a car one rainy day, one of my mother's friends remarked that the windshield wipers were hypnotizing. I had always wanted to know what it felt like to be hypnotized, so I would stare at the windshield wipers in every car I got into. Never worked. Every once in a while, I catch myself still doing it.
I and all the kids in my family used to believe that you had to pick your feet up when driving over a bridge or they would get wet. We would also duck down when we passed an old abandoned shack so that the ghosts that lived there would not haunt us later.
I used to believe that one day the freeway across from my house would fill up with water if it rained to hard, and some of the cars would float on top, and some of them would ride on the bottom with their lights on (naturally, the people inside would breathe from the air conditioner vents.)
I used to belief that if you bought a car you needed to put it togetter yourself
Before I could see over the dash-board to see the blinkers on the cars ahead of us , my father informed me that the garage door opener had the power to make a car move out of our lane, he would wait till the car in front turned on the blinker and then press the button, tricked mefor years........... i really wish it still worked
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.
When I was younger I asked my Dad why he drove over the bumps in the road. He told me he learned to drive at the "Helen Keller School of Driving" it took me years to understand and in the mean time I told many people that's where my Dad learned to drive.
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