transport: cars

i used to believe trailers were rv's and i just couldn't find the steering wheel.

when i was about 8 my dad got a new car and told me that if i shouted up or down the volume oon the radoi would change i thought this was because the car was my friend and wanted to do my a favour by changing the volume for me i only recently found out my dad had a volume changer built into the steering wheel

I used to think that my dad could control the volume on the car radio by simply pointing at it with his finger, but later I realized he was using the volume buttons on the steering wheel.

I used to believe that the highways just ended and if you didn't get off then you would just fall with your car. Sort of how the coyote always fell off the cliff chasing the road runner

My dad used to have one of those shop lights that is a single bulb inside a little orange cage, on the end of a long orange cord. He called it a "trouble light" and I thought that he would plug it into the car somewhere, and if it lit up, that meant there was trouble.

My dad had an Oldsmobile that had metal lettering installed on the trunk lid from the dealer, Something like "SamSmith Buick - Oldsmobile"

So I thought my dad drove a "Buick Oldsmobile" for the longest time. After all, the metal plate was designed to resemble a car logo.

Ironically, when I grew up I once owned an Oldsmobile that developed that problem with the ignition way inside the steering column, so I got another column from a wrecking yard... Out of a Buick.

My parents had automatic locks on our car when I was a kid. I would ask for the window to be opened and magically it would roll down. Instead, it was my mom and dad rolling down the window with the button.

when I we little I use to belive that to drive a car you would grab the steering wheel and turn your hand left and right left and right repetedly....

I used to believe…

every time we went to the car wash i would scream and cry as we entered the jaws of a gigantic monster. i would squeel as the soapy flaps beat against our car as we were being digested. when we emerged on the other side we entered a brand new world. a whole world comprised of all the buildings and roads and people who, like myself, had fallen victim to the appitite of this beast.

when my sister and i were little my dad had this old el camino. he laways told us that he had the only 'magic' car in the world because he was able to take the key out while the car was on. for the longest time we thought that he was the greatest magician in the world.

my brother would insist for years and years that it's illegal for one car to overtake another. even with the entire family assuring him that it wasn't so he would still tell dad off for overtaking other drivers on the motorway!

i thought that the toll booths on the interstate when it said manual or automatic it meant that if you had an automatic car you had to go through that one and if you had a stick you had to go through manual.

My babysitter told me that I had to sit in a car seat so the police could see me. If I was down too low, they couldn't see me if the drove by or we got in an accident. I believed that for the longest time! When I was older, and finally got to sit normally in the car, I asked my mother, "Am i really tall enough for the police to see me?" She was very confused until I told her what my babysitter had said. then she explained the real reason for car seats. I was so embarassed!

I used 2 believe that you could legally exceed the speed limit by upto 10 miles per hour while over taking another vehicle on a county road. I thought that becoz my father, while driving in the country usually sticks to the speed limit except when overtaking another vehicle and besides when you travel a little faster while overtaking, you will have to spend much less time in the oncoming lane.

My mother when she was 7 or 8 yrs would be in the car near her school waiting for her brother.( He would make my mother wait while he did some grocery shopping).She would scare her classmates saying that she would start the car & run over them( obvioulsly there wouldn't be the ignition key).The poor kids would run for their lives. She tells me she has done it many times!

We used to believe that if we held our arms straight out the car window, like wings, we could make the car fly like an airplane. Now if dad would drive just a LITTLE bit faster... Or maybe if we flapped our "wings" like birds...