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A childhood belief about cars

When I was little, I used to believe that my dad was enormously clever, because however far we were driving, he always knew the way. I imagined every trip was like knowing how to get from our house to school, once you'd made the journey 4 or 5 times, you remembered it, but someone who knew the way had to show you first.

I also used to worry in case we had to go to the wrong sort of garage and get different petrol than that currently in the tank. I thought you couldn't mix Esso with Shell for instance.

— Chris Smith

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