Supercab

She dodged a red Ford pickup with a supercab crammed with an indeterminate amount of people in bright yellow rain gear, and came upon a group of fishermen, identical in jeans, plaid shirts, shoepaks, navy-blue knit watch caps and unshaven faces.

New station wagons and trucks with supercabs sped along Broadway when I walked back to the JMZ station.

Mrs. Hill's husband has a F-350 pickup with a supercab so Dylan's booster seat fits and we can ride with Mr. Hill in the back seat.

Rental and vacation properties, a private plane, a few cars, debt-soluble hard cash in the bank, who could just conveniently send his daughter off to private school and not have it put a terminal strain on his pocket; along with a hunting dog and a rifle in the back of his Ford F150 supercab; and who makes more than a million dollars a year working only part-time.

I have owned small ones, large ones, supercabs (my wife doesn't like those, too long), automatics, stick shifts, sun roofs, camper tops, flat beds, racks, four-wheel drives.

At 3:30 in the morning on Sunday, June 20, 1999, Brian Petterson, 19-year-old grandson of a wealthy construction-company owner, drove his green three-quarter-ton Chevy supercab into Hythe to drop off two tired pals.