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When I was a little kid, (6 and under,) I believed that all you had to do was hold the stearing wheel, and the car would automaticaly go.
My mom told me when I was 3 that the car won't start unless if I buckled up my seatbelt. She didn't start it untill I did. Untill we went on a trip and the car started and moved w/o my seatbelt buckled, I was around 6 when that happened.
When i was little, about 5 or 6, i used to believe that if a car was older thanyours, it couldn't overtake you
I used to believe that 'busking' involved popping car tyres and playing guitar at the people inside. I spent all of those long car journeys when I was young in fear of 'being busked'.
My mom used to drive us over a ramp called Dead Man's Curve and it terrified me. I thought that when we drove over it we were going to die. My mom would call out "We're going over Dead Man's Curve!" without realizing that I was scared out of my mind.
When I was 6, my grandpa used to let me sit on his lap and steer the car on the highway. He had giant cadillac with an enormous hood ornament. He told me that in order to keep the car on the road I had to keep the hood ornament lined up with the solid line on the right side of the lane. It actually worked pretty well (exits aside). I couldn't figure out how my mom managed to keep her Volkswagen slugbug on the road.
I use to believe that the world turned at all the right spots while we were driving in our car. So, the car wouldn't actually be moving, but the world was just turning for us. I use to wonder how cars travelled in a different direction...
At the Illinios toll booths I used to think that there were trolls living under the coin machines that counted the change and then let the gate up for you if it was correct and if it was wrong that they would come up and get you
When I was little I used to believe Nissan (the brand of cars, yeah, you know the ones) were monsters planning to kill me and eat me *embarrassment*
Whenever I go to the carwash with my parents they always say that their is a midget person in the control box that talked when you pressed the buttons. They told me this so much I started to believe it! Quite recently, the male voice recordings in the control box were redone in a female voice. Fun...
My sister pointed at a car with a bug cover, which may also be known as a bra, and leaned over to me, got all up in my face and said "Hey Kevin, if you crash in a car with one of those on it, you AUTOMATICALLY DIE!!" I believed her until I was about 12 and I figured out that my sister was a liar.
I was around 6 while driving in the car with my mom, dad and little sister. I remember seeing a car go by and I said hey, that car's a "Grand Prix" only I pronounced it "Pricks". My mother didn't miss a beat and proceeded to tell me about penis's etc. I was so mortified that I just shrank back into the seat and waited for her to finish.
When I was about 7 years old, my father, working as a diving instructor, told me that two of his students, one blind and the other almost blind, were driving around together. The car was built of the blind man, and the other was telling him where to drive all the time...
Now I'm 33, and there was just a few years ago i figured out that my father was tricking me!
I used to believe that if I lay facing my window at night, cars with glowing eyes and sharp teeth would come through the window and take me away forever.
I used to think that the side of the road that i was driving on to go somewhere meant that everyone else was going away from their homes and going somewhere too. And the other side of the road that i wasn't traveling on meant everyone was going home from being somewhere else.
When I was growing up, I loved to play with gadgets and electronics. The motorized rear view mirrors that you could control with a small joystick in my Dad's car were a favorite to mess around with. He got fed up with me and told me there's another way to move the mirrors by pressing the Saab emblem on the front of the glove box. After he secretly moved it when I pushed it about 5 times, he stopped and said I must have broke it.
I USE TO BELIEVE THAT CARS STAYED IN THE SAME PLACE, ON A CONVEYER BELT, AND THE WORLD MOVED.
My dad had an Oldsmobile that had metal lettering installed on the trunk lid from the dealer, Something like "SamSmith Buick - Oldsmobile"
So I thought my dad drove a "Buick Oldsmobile" for the longest time. After all, the metal plate was designed to resemble a car logo.
Ironically, when I grew up I once owned an Oldsmobile that developed that problem with the ignition way inside the steering column, so I got another column from a wrecking yard... Out of a Buick.
I heard that my father's car had been stuck (in traffic) on the freeway. For years, as a child, I thought that if the car drove over the "cat's eyes" or "white bumps" that separate lanes, that your tires might stick to them - holding you still on the road.
When I was about four, I had a dream that I accidentaly started our car and managed to drive it all the way to our local post office. It seemed so real to me, I was convinced that it had actually happened. Whenever I asked my parents about it, they would always tell me it never happened. I always thought they were just afraid someone else would find out.
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