If it was possible, Luke's grin widened a little more. "Patron saint of motorcyclists. Of course. I didn't even know that Catholic church was that aware of modern culture." He got up from his chair so he could go over to hug his mother. "Thanks mom. I won't get killed, I promise. And this is so great... I was really worried about the whole insurance thing." Luke hadn't had much of a life since he'd started saving up for the motorcycle. Double shifts and second jobs had made his life a quagmire of work, work, work and there hadn't been very much time for fun. But now that he didn't have to worry about monthly insurance payments (at least, not this year), everything seemed much easier to handle.
"This almost makes up for you making me be a fairy in the ballet," he told her wryly after he'd sat back down. "You have no idea how much flack I've been getting for that." Okay, so it wasn't that much and it was mostly from Mao, which shouldn't really even count, but his discontent was a matter of principle, even if he was going to do it anyway just because his mom had asked him to.