"Looking for something I can afford," Marcus corrected. "The sign says five hundred down."
(e.g., Pine Hills, Kissimmee, Winter Park)
An hour later, Marcus sat in the small, air-conditioned office. The paperwork was thick. The interest rate was high—higher than he wanted to think about—and the payments were weekly. If he missed one, the GPS tracker on the car would make sure Ray knew exactly where to send the tow truck.
(e.g., fuel-efficient commuter, family SUV, work truck) Weekly budget (to see which lots match your pay cycle)
The sun beat down on the asphalt of West Colonial Drive as Marcus stepped off the bus. He had $550 in his pocket—his entire tax return and three weeks of saved tips from the diner. His old sedan had given up the ghost in the middle of an I-4 traffic jam, and in Orlando, no wheels meant no work.
He stopped in front of a lot with a neon sign flickering:
Marcus looked at a white Nissan Altima. It had a few scratches on the bumper, but the tires looked decent. He thought about the 45-minute bus ride he’d just taken—a trip that usually took twelve minutes by car. He thought about the shifts he could pick up if he wasn't beholden to the Lynx bus schedule. "I’ve got the five hundred," Marcus said.