transport: cars

I used to be so enthusiastic after having had a banana outdoors.
If I passed by a parked car, I ever put the rind carefully in front of one of its tyres, which were pointed towards the open road. It was obvious to me that the car would skid when the driver set off and I always felt sorry I didn't have any other bananas for the rest of the tyres.
Well, I never practised that about buses and trucks for I would have had to eat kilos of bananas in order to make the driver happy. (But I didn't want my tummy to hurt out of overeating.)
My mother gave birth to this flawless belief and she was the person to kill it. Once (years later) she told me she'd been just kidding me.

When i was young I didnt ubderstand the concept of speed. When we were in the car I thought the car in front of us had to be going faster than us because it was infront. And the car in front of that must be going even faster. I used to think that the cars further on must be going so fast that they would end up becoming invisible!

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.

When I was test driving my first car, I sat on my left foot and instructed my passanger to wait for me to be all the way out of the car before they started sliding across the seat. They laughed. I found out the windows worked without taking the door apart and my passenger laughed harder. When I swerved a puddle so the water wouldn't splash inside the car and ruin thier pants, they laughed so hard they cried.

While I was growing up mom never had really nice cars. As a kid I didn't notice the differences in my friends cars and ours. I guess one big difference was that the floor wasn't rusted away and all the doors worked. I always thought our car was alot nicer than everyone else's because it was bright yellow.

Maybe it was because I used to play with Hotwheels when I was little, but I always thought that cars were puched by Adam and Eve and the angels, who were all invisible. Gasoline and engines never entered my mind. And why Adam and Eve? Who knows.

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...

Once I was in the car with my mom and I heard a ticking noise and asked her what it was. She said 'the signal' and so I thought she was somehow communicating with the other drivers telepathically and that's how she knew when it was okay to turn.

I used to believe that tow trucks would steal my toes. So when we were driving in the car I used to sit in my car seat and hang onto my toes for dear life! Bad tow truck drivers!

I used to believe that when the high-beams indicator is lit in your car, you are driving very fast. This is because the standard indicator (this thing: =D ) looks less like a headlight and more like a bullet with speed lines.

Both my granny and my mother used to think that the 'GB' stickers on the backs of british cars meant "Gone (a)'Broad", so the Highways Agency could tell which cars had been outide UK and which ones hadn't.

Until recently, I thought that hybrid cars weren't hybrid as in the fuel, but hybrid as in the car itself. I thought it could be like, half Jeep half Lexus or something...

Growing up, I knew there was some BIG secret that adults kept from kids. I convinced myself that this secret was how they could drive without ever blinking. Driving seemed like such a big responsibility I did not think you could afford to stop looking at the road for an instant or you'd die. I even watched my parents when they drove and somehow I never saw them blink. I thought this was the great secret of the universe and couldn't wait to find out how they did it.

When driving in a car my parents always honked the horn when we went through a tunnel, but I couldn't see that they were the ones honking. So up until I was about 6 or 7 I thought that tunnels honked when you drove through them.

When I was little, I used to believe that the clicking sound the blinker made in the car forced the car to turn, so I would lean up to the back of my mom's seat and make noises when we passed McDonalds to make her turn.

I used to believe that when my family and I would go on trips, or even just drive somewhere, that the car would not actually move. The world would move under the cars' wheels and we were always in the same place. So we did not drive to places, they actually came to us.

I used to believe that the handle between the two front seats in the car was call a "mercy brake". Because, "MERCY! I need to stop NOW!"... and because my mother spoke with a strong accent. I was in my teens when I figured out it was an emergency brake.

When I was little (maybe 5 or 6?), I was allowed to sit in the front seat of my mom's old car. When I couldn't sit in the front seat of newer cars and asked why, she said it was because they had air bags. When I asked what air bags were, she described them as a balloon that comes out when the car gets into an accident. So for years I pictured a helium-filled balloon floating up next to the car to alert anyone nearby that an accident had occurred.

To prevent me from sitting in the passenger seat of my Mums car and annoying her on long journeys she used to say that if I didn't sit in the back seat, the car would be unbalanced. This worked for some time before I finally realised that whenever dropping my less troublesome sister off at school she was allowed in the front seat.