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When I was small I wondered what force drove cars along.. I decided that it must be something like a jet plane or a hovercraft, so (obviously) the exhaust pipe was the driving force, with the exhaust "smoke" pushing the car along. Eventually, I realised that this wasn't the case because all the cars with one exhaust would only be able to round in circles..
I had used my awesome powers of deduction and prodigous knowledge of "science" to work it out - I seem to remember being absurdly proud of myself!
When I was about five or six in the early 1950s I was sat in the back of the family's 1940s Hillman (UK make of car)and overheard my father talking about a new idea to UK motoring - The SELF DRIVE CAR!!!
The thought of being in one terrified me. Do we all sit in the back and have to go where the SELF DRIVE CAR wants takes us???
When I was younger, I used to believe that the beams of light from streetlights used to pull the car along, I never could work out how the car moved during the day when the lights weren't on!
When I was about seven I used to believe that where the roads are now, there was a really deep hole and they had to build the roads over it. In fact, it was so deep, that anyone who fell in it would never be able to climb out. I remember driving in the car with my parents when they commented that the new road had a lot of cracks in it. I immediately started crying, believing that the road was going to cave in and we would all have to live underground for the rest of our lives.
When I was little, and in the car with my dad, and he pushed the button for the cigarette lighter.... I always thought there was a dragon in it. So that when you pushed the button to start heating it up... there was a stick that poked the dragon, and he got mad a breathed fire on the lighter .. and voila, it was ready! I think I may have watched too much "Flintstone's" cartoons at that age... haha.
i used to believe that the "fast lane" actually had some sort of tracks on it that made you go faster.
I used to think that the the numbers on the odomometer of a car indicated how many miles the car had left. I thought it ran backwards in number and that when it reached zero, the car would not run any longer.
I once asked my mother if a car could move with no driver inside. She replied that technically, this could happen, but that it wasn't likely. Nevertheless, I spent a good year or two searching for driverless cars whenever we were on the road.
When I was pretty little, I liked to stick my head out of the car window as we were driving. My dad told me that if I stuck my head out there as we were driving to close to something my head would of course be chopped off. Now, I never sat behind my dad, because he always had his seat pushed back so far it was really uncomfortable. Therefore it never occurred to me that he could be talking about other cars. There was never anything on the outside side of the car but trees, and it didn't seem like a tree branch could really cut your head off, it just wasn't sharp enough. I concluded that there must be a certain kind of tree that had razor-sharp branches specifiacally designed to defend it from little kids hanging out of car windows.
I used to believe that whenever I went to sleep in the car it would go super fast because when I woke up we would be where we were going
I used to think that when a car would drive on grass the battery would die. Cars that breakdown are for the most part on the side of the road. I used to get scared when my dad drove near grass.
When I was younger, and watched old movies of people driving cars and moving the steering wheel left and right rapidly, I beleived that the faster they moved the wheel the faster the car actually went.
When we were kids, my little brother was convinced that hazzard lights on cars meant that the person driving that car was going to turn BOTH ways
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When I was a child my mum used to leave me alone in the car with the engine still running, (it was safe to do this in the 70's!!) whilst she would pop in to the shops and I used to believe that the car may be able to drive off on its own. I would sit there absolutely, completely still in case I jogged it enough for it to drive off.
When i waz younger like 6ish i thought that the sign at the back of truck that said " Air brakes keep back 17m" meant that there waz no air there and u coudnt breathe if u went to close.
On motorways the person at the front of the traffic had set out
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When I was young, we sometimes used to go driving on holiday in Europe. Sometimes there were some very long tunnels under mountains.
I used to believe that when we came out of the other side of the tunnel, we were really still in it but the walls were showing pictures of the outside. Like a big tubular TV.
I used to think the road we lived on was the longest road on the planet. In reality it's about 50 miles long. Today, I drive the length of it regularly when visiting relatives.
At the age of fourteen I had an old motorbike that I rode around the fields. My dad glanced at it one day and said "your milometer runs out soon". I asked him what he meant and he explained that when all the numbers reach nine and then turn over the engine just locks up completely and never goes again. I told him I didn't believe him but I rode it veeerrry slowly when it got near to that number and breathed a big sigh of relief when it didn't stop.
I use to believe that when the car in front of you put on their turn signal you would have to put your signal on too so that the cars behind you knew that the car in front of you was going to turn. It was only later I realized that everyone was turning.
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