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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.
When I was a kid, I believed that cars needed the stereo antennas in order to run. I thought that's where their energy came from. I would always put little antennas on my toy cars in order for them to be closer the being functional like "the real thing".
My mom used to tell me that if I stuck my hand out the car window, my hand would get chopped off.
I believed that if you opened the door of a car while it was in motion, the air pressure would suck you out, just like in an airplane.
When I was about 5 I made up a game to play whilst riding in the car. The rules: Everyone is racing, if you pass us: disqualified, if you turn away from us: disqualified, if you don't turn with us: disqualified.
Yes, ladies and gentleman, you are reading a passage left by none other than the one and only "Running Errands with Mom Race" Champion. Just email me if you would like an autograph.
Sad part is, I am 22 and every now and then, for nostalgic purposes, I will play this game. Except now I can drive and have more control over how fast everyone is allowed to go. :)
as a kid i would collect the telephone poles with my fingers as my parents drove. i would also grab trees. i always left the signs up tho. i would just pinch at the air and thought i had gotten them.
I used to beleive that you could never ever step on a crack, and if you did, bad things happened even if you didnt notice. so every time our car would ride over a crack, I thought the bumping feeling was the car jumping over the crack. I sometimes would help the car jump by acting lighter and jumping in my seat.
I used to beleive that the 'fast' sound the car made when it switched gears was my dad speading. so I asked him once how he chooses when to speed and when not to. thinking it was a trick question, he replied "when the cops arent watching." ever since, I thought my dad watched for police men hiding behind bushes watching him, and when they were gone he started speeding. I spent my car trips watching out for police with him, just in case he missed one and started speeding.