OK-I sent the offer into the Universe via e-mail-I'd be willing to trade the bike for a Jeep in exchange for utter silence on the matter for now and forever more, amen.
There comes a time when you have to put what you want (a little fun) up against how much worry it will cause. I'm learning that fun needs to be found in activities away from 49th street if I don't want anyone to worry. It's kind of like being gay, only without the sex. Maybe they will have a Deb Pride week or a parade in my honor.
In the movies, if someone gives in, sometimes the other parties say "oh, we were wrong, you should go do what you want to do....." but I'm not holding my breath-yet I will uphold my offer if it is accepted.
My folks are just too old to expect sweeping change-and they are making little changes so now I have to be fucking big and put my own ego on the chopping block too. That probably comes with living in close proximity to one's family, which I haven't done in 20 something years-so forgive me if I have trouble figuring it all out.
In Corporate America we called it picking your battles, and I was a master at it for the most part. We'll see how it works on 49th street.