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I used to think that so-called "speed bumps" were a waste of time, because if anything, I thought, they slow you down.
When I was young (4 or 5) I used to think that gas stations that had Full Service would give you a "Happy ending" after filling up your tank. This explained to me why my uncle would only go to gas stations that had Full Service.
I don't remember how old I was, or even what we were doing. I figure we were probably driving home from out of state, because it was very late and I had blankets. We had to meet up with someone to "jump" our car which had died. I was puzzled when my dad told me I didn't have to get out. I thought "Isn't it dangerous to be in here while that car's jumping us? I mean.. it might fall on us!"
I used to think that if I sit behind the driver in a car, I wouldnt be able to see anything and the door would fly open and I would fall out of the car and get run over by cars coming the opposite way!
I have no idea where this stems from, but ive believed that for as long as I can remember. I still cant sit behind a driver, I refuse to get in the car, but when im driving myself its ok ... as im in control of the car so nothing bad will happen to me. Go figure.
Pressing on the gas pedal means that your car can do anything...including going up a vertical wall.
When I was very small, my older brother told me that when people got in a Winnebago, they could never get out again. So whenever we drove by one, I always looked at the people in them and felt very sorry.
When I was little..I use to think that your car stucked up the lines on the highway and then shoot them out when you passed by them.
my best friend till the age of 11 didn't get into any car!near her school there was this sign:"drivers be aware of children"..young she was,she thought that some*bad*people steal children actually from the cars...and the drivers have to be carefull of these robbers that steal their kids!!!!
till now,i think she believes it somehow...
I used to think that cars couldn't be painted purple or pink, proably because I rarely saw cars of that color on the road.
When I was small, my sister and I would ride in the car a lot. We were both always trying to figure out who was at the front of the freeway. My sister decided that all freeways led to Washington DC and that the President was at the front.
When I was young, my mother told me that the sounds the crosswalks made told the blind people when it was alright to go. For the longest time, I wondered what the heck blind people were doing driving!
when i was little my sister had told me that the toggle on the bottom of the rear view mirror used to tilt the mirror was actually used to make the airbags in the car go off
I use to believe that when you reached the end of the road in front of you when you were driving, that that was the end of the world. Somehow we never drove that far.
I used to think that a car's exhaust was what propelled it down the road (much like a jet engine). This was a sound theory for vehicles with dual exhaust, but i was always confused as to what cars with a single tail pipe did not veer to one side.
I used to believe that the turnpike was a turnpipe. Cars would drive through pipes and steering was not necessary.
My father once told me that the "Neutral" position on the gearstick of his automatic transmission car would cause the engine to immediately overheat and blow up. It didn't occur to me until I was twelve that this could occur only while going at high speed
I used to believe that the HOV lane was for hover craft only.
I used to think that gasoline was snakes. Since cars had "horse power", and horses were scared of snakes, I thought that there were snakes in the gas tank. The snakes scared the horses, and once the horses were scared, they started running...powering the car.
Once, before I stopped believing everything my father told me, my brothers and I were riding in the backseat of our new car. I had never seen shoulder-strap adjusters before (elastic-held clips for pulling seatbelts away from smaller people's necks) and had begun to fiddle with them when my father cried out, "Son! Don't touch that!" With conviction in his voice inspired by his insatiable desire to make a fool out of his eldest, he continued, "That is the ejection seat cord! If you pull on that, the rear windshield will blow out and rockets will fire the seat out of the car. It is only to be used in case of an accident. Do you understand?" I felt as if I'd almost put my hand into a shark's mouth. Pale-faced, I asked, "Is there a parachute?"
"Of course there is," he sternly replied. "You need to be able to float down away from the accident. Now don't mess with them anymore, they're very sensitive."
As any kid would do, I then bragged to my friends and my friends' parents about our 'ejection seat' that my dad had told me about. Somehow those good parents kept straight faces and my friends were either clueless enough to believe me or thoughtful enough to let that one slip by. Some eleven years later and it might as well have happened yesterday. Sheesh.
I used to think that there wes another set of brakes in the passenger seat of a car, just incase the person sitting on that side sow something that we were about to hit that the driver didn't. That was why little kids couldn't sit in the front.
Boy, did I get a big surprise when I turned twelve.