Dedicated to McQueen, who I met when I walked into the theater for the first time in my life.
I still remember the kid who was stupid in the cinema in the first movie, and I also remember the second boy who was moved by finding myself. It never occurred to me that I would never wait until McQueen crossed the finish line.
Going all the way to find the clip of Lao Mo is particularly enjoyable, and I think of the scenery of Route 66 in the second part.
In the end, when McQueen gave way to the little yellow car, I told myself not to panic. For the time being, it must be McQueen who sprinted. The uneasy expectations and remaining obsessions were finally scattered and nowhere to be placed at the moment when McQueen took over as the back-office coach.
I have seen too many heroes late in reality, and maybe the screenwriter didn't want McQueen's image to be too stalwart. The generation of car gods really came to an end. I'm not sad about another legend's departure, but because of him, my hero.
This movie with a mediocre market response may really come to an end. Like Paul, you live in the movie forever. Maybe I'll buy a McQueen fender and see you when I see it
Bye, McQueen, and I wish you a happy retirement.
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