Uhg, where do I start...
My dad died in 2004 from cancer. I cant say what kind, because it was all kinds, spawned from colon cancer he had in the late nineties.
Here is how I was raised: My sister would go with my mom and do chick things, I would go with my dad and do dude things. Work on the rally car, go to junkyards, ect ect. They would shop for clothes, or whatever bullshit we could have really cared less about.
Since my dad died, you are asking a polar opposite to mix with an environment he doesn't belong in. My mom has never approved of "car stuff", I guess you would say. She was a navigator for my dad once, and didn't want to do that ever again.
In short, we fight CONSTANTLY, and my ass needs to move out ASAP. I'm glad I graduate soon.