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When I was little I always wanted a mustang convertible. My mother told me they were death traps. So I had this image of accidentally driving off of a mountain side (in the middle of Kansas) and the car would crunch up and kill me when it fell off the mountain. But another inexpensive normal car would be just fine.
I used to believe that one side of the road was for people with red lights on their car and the other side was for people with white lights on their car.
When I was little I used to believe George Washington (yes, the first president of the United States) was standing in the middle of the highway directing cars where to go, and that traffic was caused by him messing up. In my young visual of this he was wearing his military suit with a white wig, holding a flag.
when i was little i used to believe that in my dads '94 z28 red comaro when i would pull on my dads ear the car knew and locked to keep us safe
When I was about seven to nine years old I used to believe that the price that you see on the gas pump from the previous user was what we had to pay. So if it read fifteen bucks, we had to pay fifteen bucks.
When I was little, riding in the car with my mom and staring out the window, I used to believe that the trees were running next to us. I even tried to argue it.
I used to believe that the car wash was a monster trying to eat our car...and us inside of it. I used to scream and cry everytime we had our car washed.
My parents used to tell me that if I didn't wear my seatbelt then we would automatically get in a crash. It was a really good way to get me to wear my seatbelt but whenever someone didn't have theirs on I would freak out.
When I was little, I used to believe that instead of the car moving, the road would move. The car was stationary in one place while the road beneath it moved at the posted speed limit.
I used to believe that all the cars that were driving around me were driven by no one and were just there to keep my mom's car company.
I used to think that if a driver of a car set their temperature setting to hot, and the passenger set theirs to cold, that a tiny tornado would form in the car and kill them, because one time I asked my parents how tornadoes were formed and they told me: When hot air hits cold air.
When i was younger I used to believe that windshield wipers would turn on when you clapped your hands. I thought this was true up to my freshman year in high school.
When I was little, my dad always told me that the triangle button on the dashboard (for the flashers) were a seat ejector and that if I ever pushed it, I would shoot through the sun roof and into space. I panicked the day our car broke down and he had to push it.
when I was little I thought there were running mice holding magnets underneath the pavement that made the cars in the passing lane go faster
after watching a car driving over about 13 red double decker buses, I thought that you had to do that to pass your driving test....
I used to believe there was some kind of secret to driving as I believed no one could keep the car on the road around all those turns without going off the road.
My dad was always mysterious about the release button on the emergency break and the 5th gear button on his old 1983 Volvo Station Wagon. I think I used to think that the handbrake button controlled an ejector seat and the 5th gear button was some sort of boost.
When riding in a car, I was always TERRIFIED that when we were turning, we were going to tip over. Thus, every time we turned, I would subtly lean the opposite direction, just to make sure my weight kept the car upright.
When I was a kid my dad always told me that the button to reset the trip odometer in the car was actually a button that would fire missiles at the car ahead of you, removing it from your path. He never let me touch it.
During an ice storm, I went with my father to pick up my sister, whose power had gone out. We were both about 10 or 11. We convinced her that every time we drove over a downed power line, we would have to lift our feet so we didn't get shocked and die. We're 12 now. She just found out we were kidding.