Between the payment, insurance, and gas, the SUV would eat 25% of his take-home pay.
He looked at the SUV. It was gorgeous, but it was a cage. He pictured himself sitting in traffic, massaging seats on, while stressing about whether he could afford the gas to get home. buying a car based on income
(who sounded suspiciously like his frugal Uncle Pete) countered, "Leo, you make $55,000 a year. After taxes and rent, that $700 is half your 'fun money.' One flat tire and you're cooked." Between the payment, insurance, and gas, the SUV
Two years later, Leo pulled up to a trailhead in his silver sedan. His friend pulled up next to him in a flashy truck—the kind Leo almost bought. His friend looked exhausted, complaining about working overtime just to cover the "beast's" insurance. He pictured himself sitting in traffic, massaging seats