Aldrich sat in the passenger seat of Clint's car, watching endless stretches of cracked earth speed by. He crossed his arms not to look cool, but to save space because Clint in the driver's seat was so wide he crammed Aldrich into more or less half a seat.
Aldrich wanted to take his own car out, but Clint had insisted that 'real men bond by driving together', whatever that meant.
"…Have you ever thought about making this car bigger?" said Aldrich.
"Yeah, but I had this back when I was sixteen or somethin' and a whole lot skinnier. It was my first ride! Ain't gonna give up on it now." Clint smiled as he smashed his foot against the accelerator.
The car rumbled intensely as its oversized, over-modified engine worked to its limits. Flashes of exhaust and fire burst out from the back of the car, holding so much power behind them that they lifted the vehicle straight off the ground.
