I pulled up to a red light at XXXXXX at around 10:30 last night on my way to do big things.
I looked over and this guy was grizzly as hell. Looked like Jam with 10 more months of not shaving…burly. Didn’t look like a typical WRX owner at all. I saw him look over and just glare at me. Friendly bastard. I reved and so did he, and then he just laughed at me. I couldn’t understand.
About 30 seconds later the light turned and I floored it. My tranny didnt shift until I hit about 45, so that gave me a good jump on him.
I looked back to see that he wasn’t even racing. He pulled over and got out of the flat bed and was checking to make sure the WRX was still secure.
I’m calling BS. Subaru’s don’t break EVER, probably just a Mitsubishi Galant with a Subaru badge hoping to make it down the street. And a WRX badge to make it look intimidating.
I’m calling BS. Subaru’s don’t break EVER, probably just a Mitsubishi Galant with a Subaru badge hoping to make it down the street. And a WRX badge to make it look intimidating.
I pulled up to a red light at XXXXXX at around 10:30 last night on my way to do big things.
I looked over and this guy was grizzly as hell. Looked like Jam with 10 more months of not shaving…burly. Didn’t look like a typical WRX owner at all. I saw him look over and just glare at me. Friendly bastard. I reved and so did he, and then he just laughed at me. I couldn’t understand.
About 30 seconds later the light turned and I floored it. My tranny didnt shift until I hit about 45, so that gave me a good jump on him.
I looked back to see that he wasn’t even racing. He pulled over and got out of the flat bed and was checking to make sure the WRX was still secure.