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Not mine, but a very intelligent mate of mine once asked his father while out in the car what the sticker with GB on the back of a car meant. His father asked him if he remembered what the red letter L meant, to which he replied "learner" - his father then had him believing well into his teens that GB meant "Getting Better"
In order to keep me from sticking my arm out of a window, my mom told me a story about a little boy wsho stuck out his arm to wave to his friend and didn't hear his mom roll up the window. he got his arm CHOPPED OFF by the window closing. My mom went into vivid deatail that horrified me. The scary part is I kept searching for the arm on the road. Years later when I told my mom, she denied it.
When i was a young teenage driver, whenever my car battery needed to be "jumped off" with jumper cables, i thought it was called "jacking off" my car, and i proceeded to ask someone to "jack off" my car on several different occasions - oops! :)
I used to believe that gas (like the kind you put in a car) was really grass. My mom and dad were curious as to why I put grass in my toy car and I was curious as to why the paid for "grass" when they could just get it in the backyard!
I believed that if you opened the door of a car while it was in motion, the air pressure would suck you out, just like in an airplane.
I used to think that if you left a car running while it was parked (not moving), than it would blow up. My mom left me for a minute to run in the post office, and found me sobbing hysterically when she came back. She freaked out of course, but when I told her why I was upset, she busted out laughing. I remember having tears and snot running down my face and saying, "You mean it WON'T blow up?"
I thought that cruise control was like autopilot i.e the car would just drive itself if you turned it on
When I was little, I thought that I could open the trunk of a car with my mind. When I went grocery shopping with my dad and he was carrying the bags, I'd just "open" the trunk for him. He would congratulate me, and I would proudly say "Well, I am a witch!" One day my mom showed me the button on the keys that opened the trunk. My little heart was shattered.
I used to think that "don't drink and drive" meant no drinking any beverage while driving. I would freak out whenever my mom would drink soda while in the car.
I used to believe that one day all of the roadworks would be finished and that there would never be any traffic jams
When my children were little we would be driving along and go over streps in the road ( you know the ones that keep you from falling asleep ) I would tell them that they were wake-up bumps. About 14 years later my 17 year old daughter and i were talking about them and she thought they were makeup bumps, she never could figure out why they were called that.
I used to believe that car exhaust turned the wheels of the car and that pressing the brake pedal would extend a stick that would skid on the road to slow the car.
driving back from a trip to disney world when i was around 5 years old, my dad turned on the windshield wipers to wash the windshield, and when the washer fluid sprayed onto the window I asked where that water came from. My mom told me that Dumbo was peeing on the car. I totally believed her and was so amazed that he was following US home.
When I was younger, I used to believe that the disabled logo in a carpark space was of a man going to the toilet so if you were desperate for the loo, you could park your car there and get to the toilet quicker!!
When we were little my dad told us that cars had switches to control the lights in the middle of the road. He used to toggle his headlights and the cats eyes "turned" on and off. We thought it was great as it saved power.
When i was little i was convinced that the street lights with two heads, like you get on motorways (in the UK) or on busy roads, were alive and could show their emotions. If both the heads were lit then the light was happy, if they were both unlit than it was sad, and if only one of the two was lit then it was happysad.whan my dad was driving down the road i would play a game with my mom to see how many i spotted and would have to say what the lights were feeling out loud as we passed each one. One time time all the lights on the motorway were only half lit and i went a bit mad just continually saying happysad(they are very close together so you can imagine how fast i had to say it).another time there was a power cut... I thought the world was coming to an end and thats why all the lights were sad and i burst out crying
My dad had this Maxima and there was a female voice in it, so whenever the door opened or he started the car, the voice would say, "The door is open" and "the car has started". Well, I was really little and my dad use to tell me that a actual woman was in there. Well, of course I believed it. So one day I said, "daddy, why don't you let her out?". He replys saying, "She works for me". I frowned then leaned forward, trying to hear her. "daddy, I hear her breathing!", I said. When the breathing was actually the engine running. He shurugged. Then I started throwing a tantrum and screamed, "LET HER OUT! LET HER OUT DADDY! PLEASE! SHE'S LONELY!. It was really funny for my dad.
When I was around 7 yrs, i beleived that cars and bikes moved forward because of the thrust and gasses which came out of the silencer which was actually situated at the rear end, just like the rockets. After few years I realized that the trucks and buses had the exhaust pipe on their sides then why didnt they moved sideways,,,,, then my father made it clear to me that they actually moved because of their engines which rotates the tyres.
I bought my first car (used) and right away it broke down. I said "It's a good thing I have car insurance". My mom explained that car insurance only pays for accidents. I was very shocked that I had to pay for the repairs myself. How dumb was I.
Before I was old enough to go to school my grandmar looked after me during the day, whenever we went out anywhere she told me that if I tried to cross the road when there was a car coming i would "get squashed flat like a penny!" and she would always give me a penny to hold to remind me. This thought petrified me, I was always very careful when crossing the road, and I beleived I would end up as flat as a penny untill I was about 10!
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