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Sterling coughed. “Kid, my battery hasn’t held a charge since McQueen was a rookie. I’m a ghost.”

He was ready for the next call.

He led the lost racers—a grumpy minivan, a hyperactive hybrid, and a vintage Beetle—through back alleys and forgotten service roads. He wasn’t fast, but he was smooth. He guided them with calm authority, his old engine humming a steady rhythm. cars-2006-

Moxie nudged him with her winch. “You’re not a ghost. You’re a legend.” Sterling coughed