Winj was walking with his father one morning, and he was starting to get on his nerves.

"Listen, son. You were made for racing, not goofing off all the time," His father, Harold grunted. Winj snarled,"Dad, I have been racing! But maybe I'm not supposed to race! I just wanna have fun." Harold shook his head,"Racing is in your blood. You WILL race tomorrow adn you WILL like it. Ok?"

What do you do?