From "The Great Escape"Before McQueen died he became a Christian. I saw an interview with a pastor that says McQueen just walked into his church one day and started asking him about the gospel, and he became a strong Christian.
There was also a story that when his body was found, he had his bible open and had been reading it.
He was also a conservative.
I heard McQueen embraced Evangelical Christianity at the end. If so, good for him.
He lost most of his hearing was he was 20. You can see it in his body movements. Better almost to be born with a loss than lose it at that age.
From "The Great Escape"
With wife of 50 years, Joanne Woodward. My favorites are The Great Escape, Hud, Cool Hand Luke, Until They Sail, and who can refuse a young looking Liz Taylor in Cat on A Hot Tin Roof?
And of course The Sand Pebbles. 
Sand Pebbles.
Love McQueen - Hilts in The Great Escape is one of the great screen roles of al-time.
He was an absolute stud on a dirt bike.
My late father was a real estate broker in Santa Barbara.
My Dad contacted McQueen and showed him properties in the Santa Barbara area over a period of time. The two of them became friends. Steve would often be in disguise with a beard, and used the name “Shelley” when making a reservation in a restaurant.
One time, my Dad and Steve were catching a bite to eat at a coffee shop in Montecito. No one recognized Steve, with his beard and hat and all. Steve insisted on paying for the food and coffee, pulling out a long row of $20 bills that were all stapled together at each end. Steve said to the waitress (in a friendly way) “Do you know who I am?” She said, “No....” He said, “I’m Steve McQueen.” “Whaaat-—no you’re not.” She then looked at my Dad. My Dad said, “Yes, he is!” The waitress the said, “Oh my God!” and asked Steve for a hug....he obliged.
Another time, my Dad and I were driving in a car on the freeway near Thousand Oaks, up the coast aways from Malibu. An old De Soto or some sort of other 1950’s era car passed us. My Dad yelled, “That’s Steve McQueen!” I looked at the car and the guy driving it. The guy had shoulder-length blonde hair and a bushy beard. “I told my Dad, are you nuts? That old car, that guy with that hair and beard, no way that’s Steve McQueen!” My Dad tooted the horn, and when the driver looked directly at us and I saw his eyes, I said,”Oh my God! It IS Steve Mcqueen!” McQueen recognized my father and made a gesture as though he was holding up a telephone to his ear and mouthed the words, “We’ll talk.”
(The long hair and beard were for a movie).
Steve never did buy any property through my father.....shortly thereafter, Steve learned he had a cancerous tumor and he died at age 50....WAY too young.
I knew him in Hollywood through work when he was married to his second and third wives. He was unbelievably shy and very nice and extremely old-fashioned. He was also very serious and wanted more than anything to be taken seriously.
Triumph Rider
