Never underestimate the wonder of suspension. Riding around for a week in a rickety, used up old suzuki along hurricane kissed roads puts things in perspective.

I used to think my old Volvo had a bit of a rough ride, but I now it seems as smooth as silk. And powerful too. Even on the poorly maintained roads of Oakland and Berkeley, I feel as though riding on air compared to the Jitterbug.

Ah, but suspension or not, that little Jitterbug had style. Style that said "look at me, I can take you anywhere and you don't have to worry about damaging me, because I am a piece of shit."