Here's an excerpt from my next journal.
"I can't focus on what's going on because half the time I'm just asking questions. Do cars eat food? They must eat something if they have those giant tongues. But we normally see them drink gas. Is gas their blood? What about that one time Mater thought Wasabi was ice cream? Which must mean they have milk. But cows in this world are tractors. Do they milk the tractors? Do car models define one's species, class, or ethnicity? And what if a race car wanted to be a janitor? How are cars born? What's the difference between male and female cars? Do they have genitalia? Do they have sex?! How about that one scene where the twin cars flashed their lights at Lightning. Do cars have boobs? How do cars ever die? We see them getting their parts replaced all the time, so maybe they're immortal? There's a Pope car in this universe, so is there some sort of car religion? What kind of car was Jesus? Wait a minute, Sarge is a veteran? What were car wars like? Is their a car Hitler? Is the engine their heart or brain? Are there guts inside of cars? If the doors open would they fall out? But they all have handles. Did the cars take over the world?!?!?!?!
...................so yeah, I can't really buy this world."