I put up a short thread a long time ago about how my dad and I weren't seeing eye to eye. It never really got much better but I went off to college so I figured it'd just blow over....well....to make quite a few long stories short it hasn't. I'm not saying I'm an angel by any means and I can see his point on a few issues but damn are some of his reasons ridiculous. He's after me constantly for spending so much money on a vehicle and when I try to point out how much he spends hunting he just shuts me out. I cut a $1,500 check to my IRA last year while doing this build. I bust ass (worked 40 hours a week during school and anywhere from 50-70 this summer) to keep up my savings and do what I enjoy. He's threatened to take the orange truck away numerous times for no apparent reason and then flips out when I humbly point out that I paid for and possess the title to both the truck and the trailer it rides on. His latest catalyst for flipping out is that I used some of his sandpaper. I used the sandpaper while painting my truck roughly six months ago and he knew about it and didn't care. I have a three day weekend coming up and I'm planning on spending the whole weekend working on the truck which will probably just make it even worse. It's gotten to the point where if I could store and wrench on the truck locally I'd never go home. He wasn't like this for the first half of my senior year and before. I don't know what I did to set him off besides start building on the K5. I'm pretty short tempered and ordinarily I'll tell him off but his pickup is my tow rig and I'm not about to drive a narrowed K5 on 40's and missing it's top to the trailhead. This is half rant and half plea for advice. My dad and I used to be best friends but that's changed a lot in the past year. My question is mainly addressed to fathers but if you've got any insight...what the hell is going on?