I first saw The Great Escape as a kid, which means that for the past 40 years, whenever I've been driven in a car on a long haul through the countryside, there has been at least one point when I've looked out the window, watched the landscape roll by, and imagine Steve McQueen on that incredible motorbike, racing over the land beside us.
The ghost McQueen in my head always beats us, but he has to make some bitching jumps to get there. And he always makes it this time.
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