I think pretty much everything I did pissed my Dad off. He bought me luggage for high school graduation.
All the spandex didn't help I'm sure.
A entire suitcase full of Spandex yet.
No father wants a whiney little bitch for a son that sets on his bike in the middle of the road, taunting cars while begging to move to a HOA neighborhood so he can tell his neighbors what to do.
But I'm probably wrong, that might be someone's ideal image of a son