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i used to believe the moon was following our car while driving at night.
I used to believe that my parents were very slow drivers because all oncoming vehicles appeared to be going much faster.
When I was 4 or 5, my uncle told me that a squirrel lived in his car engine and ran in a squirrel cage to make the car move. He told me to look for it in the glove box. When I opened the glove box, my uncle would act surprised and say "It just ran out, did you see it?" but I never did.
When I was younger I used to belive that when was traveling somewhere with my parents that when I closed my eyes the car would start flying and we'd get to the destination faster... I always tried to catch the car flying but I couldn't when ever I oped my eyes the car was still on the road :)
I used to think that when the car in front of you turned it's right turn signal on, you had to turn yours on too, and go right as well. It was because of highway exits.
I used to belief that when you were in the car the world would move not you.
I used to believe that a "ghost-driver" was a car driving with a white sheet over it.
When i was little, I used to want to live in a motorhome so badly when I grew up... it's so functional, a car and home in one! I thought it was the ultimate cool. I didn't take into account that I'd be lacking address, sewage, a landline phone, etc etc.
My brother told me that if you press the button on the handbreak in the car when the car was off the car would explode. I thought this was pretty cool and thought i would give it a try. Didn't work, though. Wonder why.
When I was about 4, I was driving in the car with my grandparents. Thinking I was being smart, I said in a loud voice "The car isn't hungry anymore. It has us in it" They still tease me about it to this day.
I used to believe that a smog test was when you drove your car up a very tall, foggy mountain until you couldn't see anything but fog. Then you drove it off the side and crashed to the ground. Afterward, if your car still ran, then your car had passed the smog test.
I used too look out the car window and read the words "objects in mirror are close than they appear" (because the e got scratched off of closer) so I asked my mom to close the objects in the mirror so they could appear
I always wondered what "sheerwait" was. As it seemed to cause so many delays when the travel news came on I figured it must be pretty bad! It wasn't until I was about 19 that it suddenly clicked they were saying "sheer weight of traffic".
I used to wonder what kind of car a PRNDL was. The stick shift on my dad's old Rambler read PRNDL, and it wasn't until I was older that I understood the markings to stand for Park, Reverse, Neutral, Drive and Low.
When i was young I always thought that the cheaper gas was the faster you ran out of gas.
I also thought that when you are filling up your vehicle if the amount of litres is far higher than the amout of dollars it meant your vehicle was good on gas.
I used to think that when you drove over a road where tar had just been put down, to fill a pothole or something, you were driving over ice cubes and that is what made the crunchy sound. I don't know how I thought ice cubes got on the road, or stayed there in the summer, but I thought that for a very long time!
I thought that ice cream trucks were the only vehicles that couldn't kill you if you got hit.
When my sisters and I were all young, my parents would drive at night when we travelled, so we'd all sleep and probably make it a less stressful trip for our parents! I was the youngest and would always be in the front seat between my parents. If I'd wake up, my dad would tell me to keep an eye on "Jim Beam". Jim Beam was a little light that hid in the dashboard when another car approached. After the car passed, he'd light up again! I would be fascinated for long periods of time and would try to convince Jim Beam that another car on the road wouldn't hurt him! Later in life, my parents would crack up telling everyone the story about my fascination with "Jim Beam" (the dimmer for headlights).
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 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.