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When I was four or five, the theme song to Chevrolet advertisements went "the heartbeat of America is today's Chevrolet". Because of this, I thought that Chevrolet made a different kind of car ever day, for instance, they might make Impalas on Monday, Citations on Tuesday, etc.
Jim
When my dad was driving along a road and beeped the horn on the car for no apparent reason, he used to tell me he did it because there was a fly on the road and he didn't want to run it over! I must have been about 8 before I realised he was taking the p**s..!
Paul H
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When I was about five or six, I used to believe that the button on your seatbelt, and if you press it, the car will turn in a ice-cream van!!! Glad i do Not believe that now.
ice-cream lover
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MY mom woudl always tell us kids "don't hang your hands out of the car when I'm driving or they will get chopped off"
I grew up thinking there were really creepy people who drove around incars with knives chopping off little kid hands just for kicks.
It never dawned on me until I was an adult that my mom meant that it would happen if she got in an accident.
My brother, it turns out, believed the same thing his whole childhood as well.
Chris Eckert
I used to believe that when my parents and i were driving home at night the moon would follow us to make sure we got home safely,
melissa
if a car's door was open then it could take flight. i had all of my hotwheels with there doors open so that they could fly. i saw the whole thing on a cartoon. and cartoons never lie to you, do they?!
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cars will fly with there doors open one day!?
bob the pinecreek
i used to think the pedestrians were people who had a job to pull a lever that would make the earth move instead of the car being the one to move.
Anonymous Angel
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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.
Pablo Zumarán
I used to have a sports coupe with a pretty nice stereo system installed. There were small controls on the steering wheel that controlled the most common functions of the stereo, such as switching between the CD and the radio, changing CD tracks or channels, volume control, etc.. These controls allowed the driver to operate the stereo without taking his/her eyes off of the road.
I'm a computer programmer, and I duped my sister and two of her friends into thinking that I had reprogrammed the stereo into responding to my voice commands. I'd say something like "volume down" and then turn the stereo down using the steering wheel controls. When it wouldn't respond to their commands, I simply told them that the system only recognized my voice.
Imagine my sister's surprise when she got her driver's licence and borrowed my car...
Skating Zebra
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When I was really little I believed that if the hazard lights turned on when you were driving the car would split in half and one half would turn left and the other right. Needless to say I was terrified of sitting in the middle.
anghi
i used to think that the cruise control on a car was actually consisting of two little computerized eyes in the front end of the car which directed the car to stay on the road and controlled its speed as well.
AbbEy*
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I used to believe that all roads were perfectly straight. From my too-short-to-see-above-the-dash perspective, I noticed that my mother had to keep turning the wheel (for curves in the road and such) and I remember thinking that something must be wrong with our car.
Brandy
I didn't understand the concept of a radio - I thought every car was made playing a certain kind of music. My grandparents listen to classical and, after they got a new car, I remember saying "It's a good thing this car plays the kind of music you like!"
Teri
We had a Station Wagon with an automatic back window. There was a small lever near the steering wheel that operated it. My mom had me convinced that if I pushed the button the car would fly. I was too terrified to ever touch the button.
Diamond girl
When I was about seven, I saw a person turn left while they had their right-turn signal on.
I thought that's how it worked for a long time!
marshmallowgodzilla
...that the correct way to drive a car on a highway was to straddle the center yellow lines (my visual perspective from the passenger side of my Dad's Buick) Fortunately it would be many years before I would be old enough to get a driver's liscense.
Stace
I used to think that the "wind chill factor" was the "windshield factor" that was somehow derived by measuring the temperature of the windshield when a car was going really fast.
spazgirl
When I would be in the car with my parents as a really young kid, and I heard them mention "high beams", I thought they were saying "high beans". I pictured yellow string-beans as part of the car headlights!
Lisa
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During a family vacation out west (New York to California), my mother was very nervous driving through St. Louis and hitting the right Interstate exit, so in order to get us kids to shut up, she said "You better be quiet because if I make the wrong turn, we're going to Canada!" This terrified me because I thought there was some horrible last-chance exit in St. Louis which would irrevocably commit you to going to Canada -- yes, if you took this exit you'd go through the whole United States with NO CHANCE to get off the road before hitting the Canadian border... I believed this for a couple of years!
I used to believe that cars were alive and their headlights were eyes.
Wiley
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