I though you guys might get a kick out of this one. I was chauffeuring my mother around in her good old 87 Bonneville with a 3.8 pushrod six under the hood a week or two ago when this black probably 04 WRX STI comes screaming by doing probably 75 in the 45 zone we were in. So I lucked out and I was next to him at a red light a few blocks later and I thought what the hell. So the instant that light turned green I mashed the gas on that 19 year old Pontiac, its tires chirped in the concrete and believe it or not since he wasn’t expecting it, I had him up to 55, which was about as fast as I wanted to go anyway. The unfortunate thing was that we got side by side at the next light controlled intersection a couple more blocks down. This time he was ready for it, and I’ll be damned if he didn’t chirp all four of the tires on that little Subaru when he redlined it and dumped the clutch. Sadly he was probably going 60 before I reached 30 that time (and the fool had to have been narrowing down on 100 before traffic made him slow down). The funniest thing was that my good ol mom said that she wished we had been driving the Intrepid so that we could have beaten the guy even when he tried. I didn’t burst her bubble and tell her that I probably couldn’t have beaten that damn little street legal rally car with the Intrepid even if I had a 100 shot of nitrous.