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When i was around three, i thought the way you turned a car was by turning the blinker on, and that if you turned the blinker one way and turned the wheel the other the car would crash
When I was little, my family would frequently visit friends and relatives who lived on bumpy or gravel roads. I was still too small to be able to look out the window and see the road. Shortly before we'd approach pavement, my dad would reach down beside his seat and say, "Gee, I'm tired of these bumps. I'm going to push the road smoother button." Like magic, there'd suddenly be a smoother ride. I believed this for YEARS until one day we were stuck on a bumpy road for a long time and I begged my dad to push the button. He told me that he didn't feel like it, that he was enjoying the bumps. When we got home I told him I didn't believe him anymore. He said he'd prove it, and showed me the seat-adjusting handle, explaining that it was the button. I continued to believe him for at least another year.
When I was young I remember going for long drives with my friends (my family didn't have a car). Whenever the driver stopped to pay a toll, I assumed that meant we were on a special road and because we paid, we'd get some sort of special treat. What a let down - no special treat ever appeared, no matter the size of the toll!
For some reason, I was not able to grasp the idea of speed. I thought that if everybody was going the same speed on the road, then they would all catch up to eachother and would eventually be driving in a straight line next to eachother. I didn't understand that as long as people started at different points, they could go the same speed without hitting eachother.
When there was a regular highway with two lanes (one going one way, the other going the other way), I thought that you could drive on either lane, instead of always driving on the right-hand side. I was amazed that there were so few accidents.
I used to think that Ford Anglia cars were made by Heinz. This was because the oddly sloping rear window, when seen from the side, closely resembled the shape of the panel on a Heinz label.
To this day, if I see a Ford Anglia or a picture of one, I say "that's a Heinz Baked Beans car."
I thought that the bright headlights of cars just automatically went dim when another car was approaching. Back then, cars had the dimmer switch for the headlights on the floor, so I never saw my father using it to dim the lights.
As a kid I thought grownups made the car move by turning the steering wheel back and forth. The faster you moved the steering wheel, the faster the car went. Not sure how old I was when I finally noticed the gas and brake pedals.
I used to believe that the 'hazard' button on your parents car if/when pushed would go into auto-pilot and take you to the Dukes of Hazard town. Yep, a child of the late 70's and early 80's, that's me!!!
When I was little my parents had this old Chevy Malibu and it had all sorts of problems. The radio only played AM stations, the defroster was always broken, the air conditioning never worked.... one winter evening we were driving down the road and the heater stopped working. I was sitting in the back seat and told my dad to turn on the believal, maybe that would work. My dad was quiet for a while as he tried to figure out what I was telling him to do and then started laughing so hard he almost had to pull over. Turns out the Bi-Level switch on the heater was not the mysterious form of heat or airconditioning that I thought it was!
When I was about 4, I attempted to convince my mother that as she drove down the road, the car didn't move but the street moved under us like a big conveyor belt.
My sisters and I used to believe that Dad's truck would go where we told it to. We'd tell it (through the vents) to go to McDonald's and it would! Dad couldn't control where it was going. When we got in the parking lot, the truck refused to start until we got to go get a Happy Meal.
I used to think that Artic lorries were called Arctic lorries! It took me until I was in my 20's to realise I was wrong! Haha!
Before my sister-in-law got her license, she was taking a trip with her parents. Her father said that he was getting tired and my sister-in-law told him to put the car on cruise control and lay back and take a nap! She thought that the car would control itself and take you where you need to go!
I used to believe that ALL cars that had a 2-tone canvas-looking roof must be convertibles. So I used to ride around with my parents thinking that all those old people driving those big 'ol Cadillacs (the kind with the 2-tone fabric styled roof) were so COOL, because they had convertibles. I couldn't wait to be OLD.
I have a friend who loves to see just how gullible I am. Once when he and I were out, we were driving his truck. We stopped for something and when we returned he tried to start the truck, to no avail. He ask me to get behind the wheel and try it while he got under the hood and was doing something. Well I tried and it would not start. Well then he ask me to come out and put my finger on top of the battery, explaining that we have so much electricity in our bodies that sometimes that can make a motor start.
Now I have seen electricity during storms and so this made sense to me. So I went out and did as he told me to do. He got behind the wheel, and the motor started for him. He did not tell me any different until we were driving down the road and I told him I thought we needed to go home and get my car, just in case his battery acted up again.
He could not contain himself, he burst out laughing. And it was not until then that he explained that he had an electrical "chip" that he had pulled out when I tried the motor and he put it in when he started it.
Don't worry I got even with him. But that is another story.
I used to believe that cars grew and that our car would grow to big to go under the McDonalds drive-thru.
When I was little, I didn't know one car make and model from another. Once, I saw a red car and asked my dad what it was. he told me it was a Ford, and from that day forward (until years later), I believed that all red cars were Fords.
When I was little I thought that the little 12" space between the double lines on the road were tiny motorcycle lanes.
Ever heard of the Runcorn bridge in Cheshire, England? Runcorn is my home town. If you've never heard of it, just picture the Sydney Harbour Bridge, it looks identical except it's green and the Sydney one is just slightly bigger. Got that? Well the bridge dominates the Runcorn skyline, and when I was very small I used to think that cars actually drove over the top of the arch of the bridge (you couldn't see the road from my part of town). I got quite a surprise the first time I actually went across on the road, but also felt a bit let down!