Vibe–Ration
Jill Strasburg stood in her sons’ driveway and scowled. Her eyes fixed on the object sitting in front of her sons’ garage door. Matthew stood on the front stoop and watched his mother; he knew the moment she had stopped walking from her car to the front door what had happened. He had forgotten and left the bike out. Shit, Matt thought, I should have put the damn thing in the garage. With a sigh the twenty-seven year old walked down the sidewalk to his mother. He could tell by her expression she was not very happy right now. “Yes mom” Matt said. “It’s a motorcycle.” “You know how I feel about these things” his mother continued to scowl. “I know” Matt sighed. “Look, I wear a helmet, I took every safety course.” He told …