A horrid thundering echoed down the street. Before long, a jet-black, custom Ford Ranchero crept around the corner and headed towards the gathering at the alleyway. It stopped with a great whining of brakes. The smoked window rolled down, revealing Jayce.
The cab of this car was massive, nearly twice the size of a standard Ranchero. It sat three across both seats, and the bed was large enough to carry another six, easy. Chromed rollbars lined the sides and cab-end of the bed, handholds for those riding in the bed.
Ray quickly climbed into the bed, standing dead center and holding the front rollbar. He waved the others to get in.