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When I was about three years old, I remember being in a car that was stuck in a traffic jam for ages, and behind a caravan. This made me think that the caravan was called a "traffic jam"
When I was younger, I used to believe that the car-wash was eating the car everytime we went. My mum still picks on me for it.
My Grandpa told me to never fall asleep in a car because I'd die from the carbon monoxide. While this could be true with a massive degree of CM poisoning, he made it soudn like just falling asleep would kill me!
When I was younger, my parents always called the air conditioner simply "air" ('Turn on the air, turn off the air, etc.) Once we were driving and the air was on, and my mother said, "Don't roll down the window or the air will go right out the window?" Of course, she meant just the cold air, but I thought she meant the whole machine would be torn from the car and go flying out the window. I was always very careful to never open my window.
My boyfriend's mother told him and his sisters that their car would not start if they didn't have tieir seatbelts on.
I used to believe that every morning one car would start driving and all the other cars would follow it throughout the day!
When I was about six, my mother told me that my grandparents had bought a car that was "automatic". I thought that meant the car could drive itself. I wondered how the car knew where you wanted to go.
Well my grandparents came to pick us up to take us somewhere in their new "automatic" car. After we were all seated, Grandpa got into the driver's seat and proceeded to drive as I had always seen him drive. Or so I thought. I had no idea that there were two kinds of transmissions. I didn't even know what a transmission was.
Until I was 8 or so I thought that turning the steering wheel left and right actually powered the motion of the car.
I imagined that the wavy power line shadows on the street were the paths that cars were supposed to drive on.
I used to think that when the car in front of you turned it's right turn signal on, you had to turn yours on too, and go right as well. It was because of highway exits.
I used to believe that the brake pedal on inside of the car were the brake pads. So when someone said the pads were low, I'd look at the pedal and say, "No they're not!"
When I was younger I believed that instead of cars moving down the road, the roads moved the cars. Just like a giant conveyor belt.
You know how some cars have wheels with hub caps, and you would see the black rim if you took the hub cap off? I thought someone told me that this rim was called a mud flap.
I later told this to one of my teachers, who had two wheels on her car with missing hub caps, and she finally told me what mud flaps actually are.
I used to think that petrol was car food to make it go faster. And if you didn't feed it it would die and never work again.
when I was a kid I used to look out of the car thinking a clown would attack me
I believed that if the car I was riding in ran over the match that someone had just thrown out of their window, that we would blow up.
when i was little i thought that cars flew to pass in the lane because they told me that the car could not pass over it.
I USED TO BELIEVE...AT THE AGE OF EIGHT YESRS OLD, WHEN MY FATHER AND UNCLE WERE ADMIRING AN OLD 1947 PLYMOUTH, BLACK AND RUSTED, SITTING IN TALL WEEDS- THEY TURNED ON THE OLD AM RADIO WITH TO SOUNDS OF THE GRAND OLE OPREY, FAINT IN VOLUME BECAUSE OF THE STATIC THAT:
OLD CARS PLAYED OLD MUSIC. IT TOOK YEARS BEFORE I EVER HAD INTEREST IN ANTIQUE CARS.
I used to Believe that when you were stuck in traffic it meant that there was an old person infront that was driving slow and holding everyone up.
I used to believe that whenever you travelled in a car, it wasn't actually the car that was moving, the eart was just on a giant treadmill and the land was being pulled out from underneath you.
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