The night is so real after Two Lane Blacktop.

My mom lives down in Kansas, and I drive down there when I visit her. It´s about 14 hours. I´m driving straight, and I´m all alone. I´m listening to some good music. I´m positively rocking. I´m at a gas station, I´m reading a magazine, I´m buying a Pepsi. I´m not taking pictures. I´m rocking again, I´m stretching out, casting a big shadow, as big as I can, but I can´t even cover the hood of my car. The sun is dropping over the corn fields, and I can now see the shadow of my car next to me. I can wave at myself, drowning in the universe.

And Two Lane Blacktop is vast, enormous, casting an even bigger shadow. The Driver, The Mechanic, and the Girl are swallowed by distance, swept away by time under disguise as velocity. Two Lane Blacktop is where other films go to die. It is expansive.

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