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My parent's told me that if you push the button at the end of the handbrake in the car, the car will automatically flip onto it's head. When I was 14 my buddy and I were sitting in the car and he reached for the handbrake button - I hit him! He was not amused until I explained to him why I did it. Then he was VERY amused!
When I was small I thought that my parent's car didn't move over the Earth, rather, that we kept going straight and the world turned itself to accomodate where we were going. Then I factored in that there were cars travelling in the opposite direction and ones even turning when we weren't. I was then forced to believe that the world itself was just a giant rubix cube turning and rotating itself all at once so everyone could get where they were going. Eventually I figured it out.
You know when you are driving down a motorway and you can see stakes and crosses along the side of the road supporting the new trees and bushes that are growing?
Well as a young child I always believed that they were the graves of all the workers who had died building the road!
Iused to believe that car engines where in fact horses and when you put petrol in t was their food. I was very dismayed the first time I saw the inside of a car!
When I was little, around 4 or 5 maybe, and my dad would change gears in the car while we were driving somewhere or would pass someone, I would constantly ask "are you going the speed lemon?" I actually meant "speed limit". I remember my dad laughing when I would ask it and he didn't bother correcting me for a long time.
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.
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 self drive cars actually drove themselves!
My older brother told me that if you hit the "panic " button for your car, police would come to save you from whatever it was you were panicking about.
I used to believe that the garage door opener (the remote) turned traffic lights green. when we came to a red light my dad would wait until the light was about to change and then grab the remote and click it. i was amazed and believed this for years.
when I was a kid in daycare, my mom sent her boyfriend to pick me up early one day. when we walked out to the parking lot he looked all over for his car and said that somebody must have STOLEN it, so we should STEAL someone else's car to get home.
I didn't realize that he used keys to open up the drivers door of the fancy red car he decided we should "steal". being only 3 or 4 years old, and not getting the joke, I became hysterical and threw a fit. I kept yelling at him saying that stealing was wrong, and I refused to get in the car. He kept trying to calm me down and tell me that his car was in the shop and they loaned him this one for the next few days, but I just wouldn't hear it. I truely believed he was trying to steal a car that wasn't his.
I used to think my dad was magic, whenever we drove on the freeway in the rain he would be able to tell me when it would stop, and it would! Only for a few seconds but still he made the rain stop! It was only later that I realized we were driving under overpasses........
When I was young there were no seat belt laws so no one in my family wore them. The seat belts were always tucked into the crease of the seat. I always wanted to use them but I thought that if I were to pull them out I would damage the car and get into trouble.
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.
When I was a kid and I saw something like "V6" or "V8" on the back of the car, I thought it was the battery voltage. I always wondered why the huge car battery only puts out 6 or 8 volts...I mean, a little 9V battery is more powerful than that, right? I was so proud that my R/C car had a 12-volt battery. It was obviously way more powerful than any of the real cars I'd ever seen!
I used to think that testosterone was a brand of motor oil.
I used to believe that motorway pile-ups meant cars literally stacked one on top of the other. When I read about a "3 car pile-up" it amazed me that cars could crash in such a way that they'd be sitting on top of each other!
WHEN I WAS LITTLE I USED TO WONDER HOW PEOPLE KNEW WHICH SIDE OF THE STREET TO DRIVE ON. THEN OF COURSE I REALIZED THAT IT WAS THE PEOPLE WHO GOT UP THE EARLIEST WHO PICKED THE SIDE OF THE STREET EVERYBODY WOULD HAVE TO DRIVE ON THE REST OF THE DAY.
When i was younger my dad had a Toyota 'SPACE CRUISER' i thought it was called that because if you press a button it cruised to space, only when i was 7 i realised it was called that because it had a lot of space inside
i used to think that whoever got up the earliest decided which way to drive on either side of the road. i then thought i had this figured out, but the i saw a video from England (I live in the U.S.) and the people were driving on the wrong side. i then went back to my theory of the one who gets up first decides which way to drive.
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