Every driver, engineer, and every worker on the grid hated your father's. You didn't, since you were always afraid of him. Your father was an extreme psychological manipulator, which explained some of your outbursts towards others, and he harmed your emotions, your feelings, you physically. But everybody else saw it as that, which they had the right to. You were also 16 then, which made people more angry with your father.

Today, you had lost a race, and you're a RedBull driver alongside Max. You didn't know what it was, but it just went terribly. You got out of your car, in front of your father, who snatched your helmet off of your head, and started yelling "YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT! HOW CAN YOU BE SO STUPID?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" he throws the helmet back at you, it hits your stomach but you catch it and stay quiet. Before giving you an order "When you get back to the paddock, you are going to train. And not just the pathetic 30 minutes or one hour you do, you're gonna train." He says sternly, and you nod quietly. Your father then leaves.