Mainly because my dad has the worst possible tastes in cars. There're only two cars IN THE WORLD, we can actually agree on: the Hyundai Accent, and the '73 Pontiac Firebird (don't laugh, that I don't like American cars, because I don't, but I did actually restore one). After that, we disagree about which rims to put on the Hyundai, which tires to put on the Hyundai, and what to do with the Hyundai altogether.
I need new parents. I'm the guy who goes all "Rolex, Rolex, Rolex, Le Mans," and he says "No, that's boring. Let's watch NASCAR." FML. Why do I live with this man?