DLC

Racing Argument

For the most part life was happy sailing when I was actively involved in automotive racing with Dad.

Yes... it meant sacrificing every weekend to be at the track with a family member by your side. Instead of any of the typical fun stuff one might associate with being a teenager.

Towards the end of my shifter kart days, this one argument always stands out to me as bizarre on his behalf.

Spending on repairs, customary parts like new tyres every weekend, whatever gear I needed on the track was never an issue.

One weekend only I had a possibly severe head smack into the steering wheel.

It was significant enough I casually brought it up at the end of a race weekend driving back from the track like it was nothing.

Us reviewing the weekend just being a good example of a father son relationship like every other race weekend.

This one and only time he got mad at me and it still baffles me to this day.

I brought up I smacked my head pretty good this race weekend, I think we need to send the helmet in to get the 'snell shell' checked out.

Dad "..."

Depending on the schedule I know I'd bring up I might need a secondary helmet to stand in until the cool Smart race paint design lightweight Arai helmet comes back.

Dad snapped!

"I have no idea what you're talking about Chris. There's absolutely nothing wrong with your helmet!"

I was befuddled. "It isn't possible you just didn't see what I'm talking about Dad? I hit my head pretty good."

Dad "Nope! We're not sending it in for repairs!"

This is the only time I can really recall us fighting. And it was over me requesting getting my helmet properly checked out. If that snell shell is cracked, I'm essentially out there with no helmet from this point on!

As for the question of have you flipped a race car.

"It's not a question of if, it's a question of when."

Spoiler alert. Not long after this at the Barrie Grand Prix.

There where shenanigans afloat. There was a new race series I was participating in. Ron Fellows was the one who had been around a little longer.

The new series set their dates for race weekends. The other changed their dates to match their competitors.

On and on these racing politic games go.

That weekend I wanted to race both series in one go.

Did the morning sessions at the Barrie Grand Prix

Ran off in a hurry to smash out practice sessions in the other shifter kart at the other track.

In a rare move, Ron Fellows racing changed the timesheet so I'd miss the driver's meeting while I was out courting another race track.

Came back to if I qualify, I start dead last anyways new rules applied. This is a theme.

Chapter Five - Brain racing

The competing series is just as guilty if not more so. Moving on!

My mechanic luke was furious. The racing guru of the two of us felt at this track, it was just placing me in a dangerous position amidst all the noobs.

Luke was right this weekend.

The CRG driver responsible came up later and gave me an apology. The only time this ever occurred. It happens so quick and since I flipped, how much do I really recall of this?

My words to the paramedic:

"Are you hurt?"

"Besides my ego, I'm fine!"

"I'm a tank!"

...

Was my helmet already broken before my first time flipping a go-kart? There was no choice but to send it off after it was visibly scarred from my sliding on my head down the straight stretch.

This is a point of contention of mine that might make more sense following the next section.

I'm always right fight

It's always been a standard I'm not allowed to work at the shop.

The deviation from this was a short time when my sister was married.

On her husband's convincing, one birthday I got an airgun as my present.

I was finally 'getting' a chance to work at the shop far too late in life.

This is after my final stint at Swiss Chalet. I had starting upgrading in IXL to attempt to get into computer science at a University. The idea of Boites and Take-Two-School were formulated in my mind by now.

I comitted. I was there monday to friday from 8am until 5pm. Sometimes later on Friday nights for cleaning.

I'm going to attempt to split the blame down the middle here.

Dad blame: Me being here now doesn't change the fact my father is still not interested in passing on this skillset or business to me. Only his one employee Jacob would bother to teach me anything.

Chris blame: I asked for permission and was granted it. When the shop was idle and there was nothing to do. I would plough away at more questions in IXL. I was working out at the gym, working out the shop with Dad, working on my mind on my own time with any minute to spare!

This changed after the second regular employee complained.

The one your dad would always complain about wishing an opportunity would arise to fire him?

Yeah, that one!

Right around the time a plump school board lady comes poking her nose around the back, and this new stripulating is placed on me preventing me from working on IXL when idle.

Like when the guys are shooting the shit with dirty jokes?

Yeah, that'd be the exact time I'd choose to go off on my own for more math questions!

A new apprentice, or should I write employee arrived. He hasn't left since then to his credit.

Which meant I now stood around all day with nothing to do at all, expected to only watch others work.

Like a retar!.....Cough cough.

I didn't like this too much. And in standard Chris fashion, after yet anothe failed example of a date night, a netflix & chill, the only Tinder swipe right I've ever had.

Chris was grumpy!

Barrie noticed and commented about it as I was standing around. "You don't look you are very happy to be here right now Chris."

...

One thing lead to another if not tonight, a day or two following.

Me and Dad started arguing over something trivial.

Jacob, the only one who taught me how to do anything with any interest or capacity to bother or care. Was standing right there when he said it.

Dad "I am ALWAYS right and you are ALWAYS wrong!

...

Really? So in your world. You are 100% right all the time, you are incapable of being wrong about anything, correct?

"Yep!"

Ok then. And that was the beginning of the end.

I'm not sure how it came about.

"Psshht, whatever. Your weekly wage is like one job for me!"

This was the start to me being funded slightly above welfare wages to live on my own and build the DLC, alone.

Continuing my decade of isolation in the apartment above Dad's shop.

A lifetime of waking up every morning to the family TV downstairs in the kitchen. To waking up to the sounds of the shop and "Hello, Trombly auto!" every single day of my entire life.

One where the only way out is the possibility of solving some impossible possible that if fully realized, identifies human behaviour patterns in full. Boites.

Family Trip

I'd rather not admit this out loud. But this is what's acceptable pertaining to how we talk to eachother now.

Christmas Vacation 2023 - London, England - instance 1

I'm all messed up again with a family trip and massive renovations & repairs to the washroom in the apartment.

It's my 2nd semester back in school, and this is the exact things that throws me off my rythym with school. But I'm not going to say no for the 4th time in a rwo to London, England.

I had all the computers I needed for school now. The Hard Rock Hotel is back to being called the Cumberland. Sorta wish I got to visit when it was the Hard Rock to be honest.

... it's a family trip! I have a hard time getting excited for these given the rift, the distance between me and the other three especially now that I have my memories.

I'm lethargic, not really enjoying myself. Wishing I had a girlfriend to share this experience with and talk to. What's new?

I'm lost in thought, sadder than ever at the prospect of writing the book I'm writing now.

I love my Mom, Dad, and sister. It's complicated, it's a back and forth where I can't tell if I really am the villian here, or if what I'm feeling is some messed up form of Stockholme syndrome.

Then comes another one of those experiences that reminds yourself why you can't stand the people you're around.

I wrote entries about this the night of. This is beyond unacceptable.

My sister got weird at supper and started sharing to the three of us details about her 'condom usage'.

I was repulsed, I don't want to hear about that for obvious reasons! This is her and dad's new brand of constantly being inappropiate when they talk to me to get a rise out of me.

Chris, "Fuck off Danielle"

Danielle "You fuck off Chris. Don't tell me to fuck off, fuck you!"

Chris burn "Ok, parrot!"

Danielle "....."

That shut her up for the time being. After we've caused a scene at the restaurant with how loud we just were.

I guess this was the follow up after dinner once we were in a hotel room, all four of us.

I was trying to reason with logic towards Mom who knows all to well how crude they always are. If I'm bothered by it, she'll be rolling her eyes as well.

As I'm doing this out of nowhere Joe turns towards me with a little smirk "Go suck a dick!"

Danielle starts chiming in "What's the big deal? Nothing wrong with sucking dick Chris!"

I didn't join them for whatever outlet place we were supposed to go shopping.

When at the start of the trip thinking of Fox after dragging myself out of a bed from a nap. "Just more meaningless shopping!

Family Dinner 2024

What I just wrote about bothered me so much, it was one of those driving factors that pushed me to go on with writing this book.

I was stunned enough at the first instance, I'd never think there would be a second occurence...

During a family supper as the bbq was getting started, he leaned in and said it to me again.

I looked at the clock, made a mental note of the time. Stayed silent. TI tell myself he's just revealing who he really is, what he's really like.

Later that night, I used to always get a huge laugh out of Danielle on every night.

Mom's talking about the will with her and Dad. She brings up if they're ever 'plugged in' they want to be unplugged. Because they wouldn't be living at all.

Cue Chris smartass moment.

Thinking about Chapter Twelve - Meeting Death

Chris "Maybe I'll leave you plugged in just to screw with you!"

Dad hasn't spoken to me all night besides what he uttered earlier.

He goes full tilt "Well! Then we'll leave you out of the will! Unless you wipe my ass!

Chris "I think I'll leave that to the nurses, I'm fine."

Dad's stammering "Well, uh, you should wipe my ass!" He says off-filter a couple more times.

I calmly directed my attention and focus straight on him. Changed my posture to match my conviction.

Dad, it's not ok in this, or in any world for you to talk to me like this.

"What?"

The only two things you've said to me all night. Are to:

1. "Go suck a dick"
2. "Wipe your ass"

He went in denial mode, while Danielle went in lawyer mode.

Dad denied saying that he told me to 'go suck a dick'.

I was an annoyed calm "Ok! So you're really telling me now, you didn't say this, but didn't you just tell me to wipe your ass or I'm off the will!

He gave his ugly little smirk and admitted it! As my sister eyerolls.

Ok, so we covered as of tonight. It's complete made up bogus what you said to me first, but you'll admit to saying that second?

It's not ok to talk to me like that Dad!

And I left.