The noise of the engines drowned out the sound of wind whipping by. None of the cars were wholly original, or even stock, anymore. As pieces wore out or were damaged, the sunburnt raiders replaced them with whatever was on hand. Sometimes they did things like welding the back half of one car to the front half of another. To these Frankenstein autos they then added reinforcing plates and spikes scavenged from the scrap scattered across the spent landscape. Sometimes there was nothing on hand to make repairs. Those unfortunate drivers were usually left to die alone in the sun.