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When I was little my family bought a new car and because I was stupid, I assumed it was faster. It probably was, but I also assumed it had three wheels. I really thought I was smarter than that, but I guess I never thought about it.
When I was about six, my mother told me that my grandparents had bought a car that was "automatic". I thought that meant the car could drive itself. I wondered how the car knew where you wanted to go.
Well my grandparents came to pick us up to take us somewhere in their new "automatic" car. After we were all seated, Grandpa got into the driver's seat and proceeded to drive as I had always seen him drive. Or so I thought. I had no idea that there were two kinds of transmissions. I didn't even know what a transmission was.
one day me and my cousin were talking about what we used to believe and she told me this funny story:
When she was little,she thought that convertibles were just regular cars that were broken, but people used anyway. you could imagine how weird it must have been when so many people drove and wanted these cars.
When riding in the car at night, when I was little, I would look out and see the moon and watch it. I was convinced it was following us.
When I was a kid, I was totally convinced that the Care Bears were real. I loved that show more than anything, and one day, when my whole family was in the car together, my dad started asking us kids what kind of car we wanted when we were older if we could have any car that we wanted. My sister and my brother both rattled off prompt answers. I looked up and said very matter-of-factly, "I want a cloud car."
My parents and siblings all burst out laughing and then one of them told me that cloud cars didn't exist, so I couldn't have one. I still remember how much it hurt to hear that.... I cried about it a lot. At age nineteen, I still love the Care Bears!
I use to think i put my hand out the car window and grabed air..That i culd talk to other people use air to talk.The person i talk to most was a friend had but she moved and i moved. So i pretend that were having a conver station.
I still put my hand out the window.Plus i thought you could only have this conversation if yo thought in your head.So it kept me quite.Bet my mom told me to do it. ]:3.Anyways i thought that when you hand when cold you had new message.It was like msn.Kind off
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.
I use to believe that you had to be a really good driver to have a fancy car. I would see one smashed up and think that's too bad their going to have their car taken away, and have to drive less than fancy car and work their way back up to it. That explained why there were so many old run down cars and not so many nice cars on the road, it had nothing to do with the cost of the car.
Both my granny and my mother used to think that the 'GB' stickers on the backs of british cars meant "Gone (a)'Broad", so the Highways Agency could tell which cars had been outide UK and which ones hadn't.
I used to believe that when the high-beams indicator is lit in your car, you are driving very fast. This is because the standard indicator (this thing: =D ) looks less like a headlight and more like a bullet with speed lines.
I used to believe that you were supposed to drive on the line in the middle of the road, so that whenever I saw people driving I thought they were stupid.
I used to believe that my parents' car somehow knew where we were going, and that the the turn signals always came on to show my parents how to get there. When i would wait for my parents in the car, I'd whisper destinations to the car to see if I could trick the car into taking us somewhere more fun.
I was raised in a very wealthy city. Until I was a freshman in college I believed you couldn't get a driver's license unless you had your own car.
When I was younger, I used to lightly scratch the Defrosting lines on the back of the car when I was bored. My dad told me not to scratch them because if I broke one, the car would blow up.
When I was a kid, I met a man who had lost 4 of his fingers on the one hand. I was told that he lost them on a fan belt in the car, so from then on I was terrified that I would lose my fingers if I touched the air conditioning cover in the car, where you adjust the intensity of the air coming through... little did I know that the fan belt was under the bonnet, and had nothing to do with the air con cover.
I used to believe that tow trucks would steal my toes. So when we were driving in the car I used to sit in my car seat and hang onto my toes for dear life! Bad tow truck drivers!
I used to believe that every morning one car would start driving and all the other cars would follow it throughout the day!
I used to believe that there was had to be a hidden system that kept car accidents from happening all the time. I thought there was no way that people could control their cars so well. Since the hidden system worked everywhere, there must be wires buried in the road that kept the cars on track. Drivers were actually necessary for two reasons. In parking lots, they actually drove. Also, they pretend to drive while on the street, because people would panic if they realized the cars were not being controlled by a human.
when I was little, I never understood how my parents knew how to drive to everywhere. I thought that it was unusual that they never got lost, even on long trips. So I assumes that since you need a lisence to drive, and my parents never got lost when they drove, that the lisence had a map on the back of it that told you wherever you needed to go, so you would never get lost.
Only later did I fugure out that my parents knew where they were going becasue they got very good directions, or had already been where they were going.
I used to believe that "Oldsmobile" was a universal name for any old, big, rusty car. When I was some impressionable young age and just old enough to figure out how compound words worked, my father owned an old, big, rusty Oldsmobile. I concluded that "Oldsmobile" must mean "old + mobile."
Imagine my surprise when a few years later, he bought a new Oldsmobile that was not a rustbucket.