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I used to think that there was some kind of portal to my hometown from Southern California, because I recall us driving out of SoCal and suddenly ending up in my hometown: turns out I was just asleep for that whole time but woke up later.
I used to believe that car exhaust pipes were what propelled cars, instead of the engines.
My mother told my little brother and I that the cigarette lighter in the car was a detonation device that would make the car explode.
I used to believe that the bands we heard on the radio in the car were live performances. There were little people in the car dashboard. Since my mother listened to the Beatles quite often, I thought there were mini copies of the Beatles living in my car and we could command them to play songs for us. There were also announcers and such.
I used to believe that the sun, stars, and moon were following me when in a car.
I used to believe that when we'd drive under a arched bridge that the car would drive on the bottom side of the bridge and we would do a backflip.... WAIT I STILL DO BELIEVE :(
...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.
When I was very small I asked my mother why cars had hood ornaments (back in the 50's). She said "to cover two holes". For years I believed cars were manufactured with two holes in the hood and the hood ornament was there to hide them.
My sister used to tell me that if she pressed the button on the hand brake of the car then it would blow up. She would taunt me with it until mum and dad got back.
I also used to believe that your belly button could come undone and you would fall apart. On a particularly hot day I had a bit of a sweatiy belly button and was convinced that it had come undone and I was leaking out from myt belly button, much to the amusement of my parents.
And finally my dad had my sister and I believing that elephants were frightened of mice because they ran up their trunks and ate their brains. I told everyone! Thanks dad
When I was 6 I believed that the lights that come off of the cars were like magnets, and you and the next car are being pulled together.
I thought that turning on the blinkers (either left or right) automatically slowed down the vehicle, kind of like a gentle brake.
Until I was about 11 I never used to think that cars had pedals, and I thought that you would choose how fast you wanted to go using the gearstick and stop using the handbrake. And until the first time I ever drove a car, I never knew about the clutch pedal - I used to think that you'd just put the car straight into whatever gear you wanted. I was a strange child.
This one in not mine - it belongs to the boy I used to babysit: We were riding one hot day and I told him we needed to turn off the air conditioning because I was almost out of gas. He later explained to his father that the air conditioner of a car ran off a separate gasoline engine and you had to put gas in it, too.
When I was younger, I used to believe that at the start of every car trip, you told the car where you wanted to go, and as you traveled, the car's directionals would point you in the right direction so you would never get lost.
when i was in kindergarten going on the way to school, the person I carpooled with said that the cars were going ten different ways on the intersection ahead. (she was exaggerating). I spent the next five years figuring out how cars could possibly go that many ways at once.
Whenever I'm with my mom when she's driving,I look at the cars in front of me and I see the lights in the back of the car in front of us. For a while I thought those light were eyes. So when the car turns on the blinker, I think it's winking at me.
I used to believe that when little pebbles would hit our car while driving, it was because kids outside were throwing them at us. I think my mom might have told me that for some reason.
I used to believe my dad totalled our Opal stationwagon using a sledgehammer. Actually, he'd wrecked it in an accident, and my mom had taken a picture of him next to it, holding a sledgehammer -- but since he had such a temper, I thought he'd just gotten mad at the car!
i used to believe that whenever the tyre of a car passes over a cigarette butt on the street the car will explode immediately. i was really wondering how could all the drivers avoid passing over the cigarette butts on the street so that all these cars do not explode.
I thought that cruise control meant you didn't have to steer. (I had heard that cruise is especially useful when driving long straight roads)
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