Dunno if this counts, but thought you'd enjoy nevertheless.
On my way home tonight, I stop by a gas station/convenience store. Parked in the lot is a Subaru WRX. Not the STI, but one of the last years frog-headlight deals, and it's sporting a fartpipe so big I think I can use it as a garage.
So I go in to get washer fluid, and some snacks. While I'm in there, there are three young dudes and a cute girl. They start running on about my car, loud enough for me to hear, and they obviously don't know jack about it, because I heard one of them say "5.0".
So I get my stuff, walk outside, pop the hood, and add my washer fluid. They follow me out a few seconds later and ask "What motor is that?" "4.6" I say. Then I hear one of them mumble something about it being "one of the slow ones".
So I leave, and of course, they follow me out. We come to the first light, and the kid raises his revs. Now, normally I don't street race at all, but in this case I decided an exception was in order.
The light goes green and I do kind of a clutch-slipping launch. It wasn't bad, not much wheel hop, and I only slip about a car length behind. By the top of first gear, we're dead even. I nail second. He nails.... neutral. I've never passed anything so fast in my life.
We come to the next light, and he's clearly flustered. It goes green and I get an even better launch, hooking up nicely with negligible wheel hop. Unfortunately, I was again to be denied, as he stalled it, dead where it stood.
They made the next right turn and sulked away. Oh well.
On my way home tonight, I stop by a gas station/convenience store. Parked in the lot is a Subaru WRX. Not the STI, but one of the last years frog-headlight deals, and it's sporting a fartpipe so big I think I can use it as a garage.
So I go in to get washer fluid, and some snacks. While I'm in there, there are three young dudes and a cute girl. They start running on about my car, loud enough for me to hear, and they obviously don't know jack about it, because I heard one of them say "5.0".
So I get my stuff, walk outside, pop the hood, and add my washer fluid. They follow me out a few seconds later and ask "What motor is that?" "4.6" I say. Then I hear one of them mumble something about it being "one of the slow ones".
So I leave, and of course, they follow me out. We come to the first light, and the kid raises his revs. Now, normally I don't street race at all, but in this case I decided an exception was in order.
The light goes green and I do kind of a clutch-slipping launch. It wasn't bad, not much wheel hop, and I only slip about a car length behind. By the top of first gear, we're dead even. I nail second. He nails.... neutral. I've never passed anything so fast in my life.
We come to the next light, and he's clearly flustered. It goes green and I get an even better launch, hooking up nicely with negligible wheel hop. Unfortunately, I was again to be denied, as he stalled it, dead where it stood.
They made the next right turn and sulked away. Oh well.
