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Hank chuckled, a low, rattling cough. "Scouting for what? A ditch to sleep in? The next exit is forty-two miles that way," he nodded with his bumper, "and the other way is sixty. You got enough premium in that tank of yours to make either?"

His tires crunched onto the gravel shoulder. No headlights. No billboards. Just a single, hand-painted wooden sign: . disney cars 1

McQueen felt a strange warmth in his radiator that had nothing to do with temperature. "The others don't see it that way. Chick Hicks… the reporters…" Hank chuckled, a low, rattling cough