transport: cars

Up until I was in the 5th or 6th grade, I believed that the reason there were two pedals in a car was because one of them was "go forward" and the other was "go backward."

My mum had a car called an Imp and I was convinced that the noise the indicators made was the car saying 'take look', which told other cars to look out because we were turning.

For years I believed that indicators were called 'take looks'. It probably didn't help that my parents humoured me by calling them that.

When I was about 4 years old, I remember looking out of the car window and truly believing that the moon was chasing my family down the road because everywhere we went...the moon went...

Once, when I was maybe 5 or 6, I was riding in the car with my dad. We were stopped at a red light, and while he was putting something in his pocket the light turned green. We started rolling forwards, and I got really confused because I thought your hands had to be on the steering wheel in order to make the car move.

When I was 4 or 5, my uncle told me that a squirrel lived in his car engine and ran in a squirrel cage to make the car move. He told me to look for it in the glove box. When I opened the glove box, my uncle would act surprised and say "It just ran out, did you see it?" but I never did.

I used to believe that when you got stopped for speeding, you got three warnings from the police before you got a ticket.

I used to believe the white and yellow lines on the roads were for passengers to grab onto and slow the car down if they thought the driver was going too fast.

Because of cartoons, I thought that to drive you'd just turn the steering wheel back and forth constantly.

My parents drove a stick shift and I noticed them moving it back to first gear at stops. When I was little I thought they were just wiggling the stick around for fun every so often.

I thought carpool lanes were for cars...with pools. Could NOT understand how the water didn't slosh out. I definitely pictured the cars as limos.

I used to believe that cars drove because of hundreds of little people living inside them turning treadmills. I felt rather betrayed when I found out otherwise.

i used to sit in the back seat of the car and use the frost scrapper as a steering wheel, pretending to drive. on the way to the store, we'd pass under i-270, and i swore that the day i got my driver's license i would hop on 270 and ride it till the end, wherever it took me. i was devastated when i learned i-270 was the city outerbelt, and driving it to its end would mean driving around in circles.

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 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.

I used to believe that when it was sunny and my Mom put the sun visor down to shield her eyes that she could see through it. It looked like it was blocking her vision and she could see right through it.

I used to believe that car headlights were like eyes and cars were really monsters. I always resisted going outside to the carport at night for fear of the "carmonster"