transport: cars

I believed with all my heart that the wish you made on your birthday ( when you blow out the candles ) would come true ( if you blew them all out on one try ) Well, for my 7th birthday all I wanted was a Winnebago! So my parents TOTALLY got me all set up...saying "If you blow them out, you'll get one!" Of course, they put trick candles on my cake....and I couldn't blow them out...and I was devastated over the thought of my lost Winnebago ( thinking this was MY fault because I couldn't do it) Then I found out my parent's put trick candles on the cake, and I was mortified to think they could be so mean!!

When I was about 6 years old my family owned a Ford. At that time there was a commercial for Ford on television that said Ford leads the way, so whenever my father was driving I'd urge him to drive faster to get ahead of all of the traffic ahead of us because, since we had a Ford, we HAD to lead the way.

My sister hated when the car windows were open (it messed up her hair!) so once when my dad opened the window and she couldn't get him to shut it she claimed that having the window open and the air conditioner on would make the car blow up. And since she was my big sister, I of course believed it!

When my father was driving my mother and me in our car he would frequently take off his glasses and hand them to my mother and ask her to clean them. This terrified me. I thought that when you wore glasses you were literally blind when you took them off.

I USED TO BELIEVE...AT THE AGE OF EIGHT YESRS OLD, WHEN MY FATHER AND UNCLE WERE ADMIRING AN OLD 1947 PLYMOUTH, BLACK AND RUSTED, SITTING IN TALL WEEDS- THEY TURNED ON THE OLD AM RADIO WITH TO SOUNDS OF THE GRAND OLE OPREY, FAINT IN VOLUME BECAUSE OF THE STATIC THAT:
OLD CARS PLAYED OLD MUSIC. IT TOOK YEARS BEFORE I EVER HAD INTEREST IN ANTIQUE CARS.

When my parents were recounting incidents from their trip to NYC, they said that they had run into some friends. I thought this meant an automobile collisin, and I wondered why they did not seem unhappy at the damage.

once, when riding in the car with an aunt, I asked her if we could turn up
the air condiioner. she told me no, because if the air conditioner blew too long on
one part of your body it would freeze. I really believed this until I was close to 20!
I thought that there was some chemical or something that came from the vents!

My daughter believes that a car behind us is going to wherever we are going. If we get on the highway and that car passes us she gets very upset that they are going to get there first. Competitive much?!

I used to believe that if you went near a car's exhaust fumes your legs would get stuck together. It only occured to me that this was not actually the case when I was about 16 and finally came to really thinking about it!

You know when you are driving down a motorway and you can see stakes and crosses along the side of the road supporting the new trees and bushes that are growing?

Well as a young child I always believed that they were the graves of all the workers who had died building the road!

When I was in the back of a car one rainy day, one of my mother's friends remarked that the windshield wipers were hypnotizing. I had always wanted to know what it felt like to be hypnotized, so I would stare at the windshield wipers in every car I got into. Never worked. Every once in a while, I catch myself still doing it.

I used to pretend on trips that the car was being followed by a giant rat, who would grow huge and round by eating giant blocks of "freeze dried tubifex worms", which is what we would feed my pet newts and frogs. After eating enough of these blocks, the rat would start rolling after the car like a ball and his tail would become a fuse, turning him into a bomb.

when I was a kid growing up in Indiana my My dad always drove a pick up truck and my mom always drove a car. I was convinced for some reason that when kids get get old enough to drive, boys were only supposed to drive trucks and girls were only supposed to drive cars

When I was little my father told me that little men lived under the hood of his car and when he pressed a button they would pee on the window to clean it. I used to try to see them from the front seat, but they were always to fast.

When I was little, while driving in the car, I used to look at the trees we would pass, and I believed that they were running the opposite way, as if to flee from some terrible monster. I used to be scared for my parents to drive any farther.

My mom used to tell us kids that if you put your arm out of the car window,that it would fall off.