1987 carbureted Honda accord, bought at auction for little more than a song. I needed a car to learn to wrench on, and I really couldn’t have picked a better one, because its a great example of an accessible car with a million examples in junkyards for parts. It’s also a giant rust bucket and I’m only 1/3 of the way…

It sure does sound like the dad is a piece of work. I could also imagine that all the time, money, and energy it doubtless takes as a parent to smooth the way for their kid to compete at this level might provide a higher-than-normal psychological barrier to believing their little snowflake could be responsible for…