Before the price of fuel began heading upward at an alarming rate, my choice in motor vehicles trended toward the larger side of the scale. I just felt more comfortable driving larger cars for some reason, probably psychological. Nevertheless, there came a time, after my hours at work were reduced, that I had to push my fears aside and make a switch in what I drove. The bottom line? I couldn’t afford the fuel costs. Now, nearly three months later, I couldn’t be more pleased with my decision: a Cheap Suzuki, red in hue and large in performance and sportiness. I love it! Everything happens for a reason my father used to say. This I know to be true.