I didn't even know if my words came through to their heads but I couldn't blame them. I'm sure that out of all the things to see in a zombie apocalypse, a fucking lowrider was among the things they never dreamt of seeing.
A lowrider wasn't something that boasted top speed, acceleration, handling, or whatnot but instead, it boasted style.
These were the type of cars that was so fucking low, they would almost hit the pavement– and in some cases, they were kitted out with hydraulics, letting them be able to go high, low, or even bounce at will.
The sole reason a lowrider could be worth six figures before the world ended was none other than its paint job. Granted certain parts also costs money but the paint was the thing that could make or break a deal.
It would sound ridiculous for most people but let's just say that some people have paid for things that were even more– or just as ridiculous.