Everyone who’s ever loved a car — a beat-up Plymouth junker, a pristine ’67 Mustang, a Hot Wheels Corvette Stingray, it doesn’t matter — knows that cars have personalities of their own. But one of the nice things about cars is that they generally express their feelings in mechanical, comprehensible terms: The need for an oil change has nothing to do with deep-rooted insecurities. Cars don’t need a lot from us, emotionally speaking.
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REVIEW: Cars 2 Is All Chassis and No Soul
