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up until the age of about ten i believed all cars had distinct personalities- and they had expressions made out of the headlights(eyes), grill(nose or moustache) and number plate (mouth). So, i always thought my dad's car was mean because it had headlights that went into points that made it look like it was frowning! To do this day i want a Mini because of its round, friendly eyes....
When I was little I used to believe Nissan (the brand of cars, yeah, you know the ones) were monsters planning to kill me and eat me *embarrassment*
when I was little I used to call tow trucks "hookers", because they hooked onto cars, right?
when i was younger my parents took my sister and i on A LOT of road trips, and as any kid bored in the back seat, i spent much of my time looking out the window, specifically at power lines.
as we drove down the road, the power lines, to me, were "opening and closing" but really our car was just moving quickly and the length, size, and location of the powerlines was changing as we drove.
however, i used to think that the powerlines opened and closed because they wanted privacy, and because there were always three of them, i thought they were caught in a love triangle?? also, i thought that powerlines were always extremely annoyed that people were always driving in the cars and looking at them. i still sort of think of this every once in a while too.
I used to believe that if you slept while on a long car ride, that the trip would be made shorter by the Fairies that only appeared to the driver. The Fairies would pick up the car and move it to our destination.
Me, my friend, and her 4-year-old brother were waiting in a car and her brother was being really loud. I showed him the eject button on the car's stereo and told him that I will press it and he will fly out of the car if he did not stop yelling. It worked... muahahaaa
I used to believe that if me and a car pushed against each other at a dead stop, I could win. I figured this so because when I saw the car's torque was for example, 146lbs/ft, if my added total weight I could lift with my arms plus legs was greater than the cars torque, I'd surely win.
I used to believe that the beam from street lights made your car go at night. The beams reached down from the poles, connected to your car, and passed you on to the next street light beam, which in turn passed you to the next and so on. When we would enter a street with no lights, I assumed that the last light had given us enough of a "sling-shot" effect to keep us going.
My Father used to tell me that our car (which we had named Basanti) knew the way home. He would demonstrate this by removing his hands of the wheel and once he even removed his feet of the accelerator and Basanti kept going in the direction that lead to our house! Little did this nine year old duffus know that Basanti had Cruise Control!!!
That when u opened all the windows on just one side of the car the wind would make it tip over.
My mother told me she used to believe that the it was the pavement on the street that moved the cars, and not the cars that drove themselves...
I used to read the text on cars' side-view mirrors wrongly. It really says "Objects In Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear." I thought it was two separate sentences: "Objects in mirror are closer. Then they appear." Like maybe they would suddenly appear after it seemed they were very far away? I dunno, it made sense at the time.
i used to believe when people first bought cars that they didnt drive it they just picked it and walked home with and that people had only one birhtday in their entire lives.
At the Illinios toll booths I used to think that there were trolls living under the coin machines that counted the change and then let the gate up for you if it was correct and if it was wrong that they would come up and get you
When I was 2 or 3 i used to think if I clicked the seatbelt button on the righthand side of my mom's car i would cause the car to blowup!
I remember as we rode home at night I would look out the window at the shoulder of the road and I would always see shiny disks reflecting light in my eyes. For the longest time I believed that they were silver dollars and that If I could only get my dad to stop the car I would be rich! Later in life I would walk along the dirt roads and search the shoulders but alas! they were only tin cans disgarded by litterbugs. (Must have been a lack of depth perception.)
I use to believe that the world turned at all the right spots while we were driving in our car. So, the car wouldn't actually be moving, but the world was just turning for us. I use to wonder how cars travelled in a different direction...
Back when I was around 6-7 years old I used to think the antenna on cars was like an antenna on a remote control car, and that god was controlling all the cars at once.
I used to believe the lane marker bumps on the road and on the shoulder were a type of braille so blind people could drive.
Whenever we were in the car, I used to believe that it was the scenery that moved, not the car. By turning the steering wheel, my mom was adjusting the street and the brakes were a way to make everything stop. Also, if it was night and the moon was out, I believed we were racing it.
Sometimes (by changing the road) my mom won, but mostly she lost.