Next a huge, black, 1930s-vintage Mercedes slowly made its way past cheering kids.

Through the window, she could see the front half of a black Mercedes with smoked windows, waiting in the drive.

The familiar black Mercedes was sitting outside his apartment building when he turned the corner into the street.

"You're talking about the front seat passenger's side of my black Mercedes?"

Then they jumped into a black Mercedes which was waiting with its engine running.

Martin held open the rear door of the second car, a black Mercedes.

Three cars back there was a black Mercedes with four dark figures in it.

The people inside that black Mercedes were coming out, he realized.

There was a shiny black Mercedes he wanted to pull in ahead of me.

The kids drew little men in the dust on the black Mercedes.