transport: cars

I used to think that if the colour of a car was gold, it meant the owners must be really rich. After all, they had managed to make a car out of gold. Now, I know its just tacky.

Up until I was about 10, in my mom's car as she was backing up out of our driveway, I never noticed she used the handle to put the car in reverse. I always thought the car knew what she was thinking, and she would think "go backwards" and the car would.

I thought that the reason there was glass over the instrument panel (battery gauge, fuel, etc.) to prevent people from manually grabbing the speedometer needle and jamming it well over 100 mph - because accelerating that quickly was almost certainly illegal.

I used to believe that every time I saw a stretched limo it was either 1. Madonna (or) 2. Michael Jackson. Apparently those were the only celebrities in my world.

On day when I was little, I asked my mom why we always stop at the gas stations and she said, its because the car needs food so it could run. One day I felt bad that the car never got any dessert, so I put some left over cake in the engine.

when we first got a car with electric windows, my sister and i coulnt figure out how the windows went down. my dad told us that they were voice activated.you just had to say "windows down" and windows up". he would say it and then at the same time, press the button. my sister and i tried for ages to get the windows down by voice, and he kept telling us we were saying it wrong.

Because of my name, Aaron, I once thought Air Conditioning was actually "Aaron-ditioning" and was for my pleasure only and to make other people cool you had to buy "Joe-ditioning" or "Sarah-ditioning" or whatever their name might be.
Yeah, I ate a lot of paint chips.

My father told me that if you heard a song playing on the car radio, and you wanted to hear it again, all you had to do was to back up the car to the start of the song and proceed forward again.

when i was little i didnt realise that the rounded lines on the windscreen of the car were from the windscreen wipers. i asked my dad what they were from and he told me it was the reflection of the mountains.

Red cars cause accidents.
When I was around 5 my older brother told me that red cars are in the most accidents. Obviously, he was quoting something statistical. For years I thought there was something intrinsically dangerous with red cars and was puzzled why people would intentionally purchase something that was known as "more dangerous".

There used to be kids, wherever we drove, who would hide at the sides of the road and throw stones at me and the car I was in. I'd always peek out of the windows, looking for them, but I never caught a glimpse. They must be extremely good at hiding, I guessed.

Not until much later did I realise that the stones thrown by these evil kids were just the tyres throwing up gravel against the car.

A motorcycle was started by jumping up and down and bouncing on the seat.

i used to think that the slogan those old gas stations said "Happy Murdering" instead of "Happy Motoring." it really confused me...

I used to believe that the speed of our car depended on how strong my father’s legs were. I thought that we went uphill more slowly because he couldn’t press the gas pedal hard enough. I now think I’d made an analogy with the brake pedal. Once, our crowded car stalled while going up a hill and my dad said something like “The engine’s not up to this.” I was very puzzled because until then I’d thought that the engine’s job was just to amplify my father’s effort. I asked him about it, but it took several questions and a looong time for him to understand me.

When I was little, I thought that when you wound down the window in the car, it would actually roll up into a cylinder of glass. This wouldn't have been too bad, except it took me until I was fifteen to realise that couldn't happen.

When I was a kid, I loved music. I used to sing along to the radio in the car with my parents, and somehow I got the idea that other people would think I was a famous singer and move out of the way in their cars. So if my parents were in a hurry, I used to sing until the car ahead of us switched lanes.