So I was driving back to work from lunch today a big old dodge pulls up next to me hood scoop and faring and all, I had just merged onto the highway and as I shift into 3rd I let the old turbo spool up and ran till about 6500 rpms. Well the guy in the truck evedently didn't like me jumping out ahead, so I hear him mash the pedel and he goes flying by we ended up next to each other at the last light out of town. when the light changed I just drove like I normally do which is fairly aggressive, what can I say I love the wrx through 3rd gear, and hommey in the truck mashes it again. Those trucks are loud as hell and he pulled by me, so I down shifted from 4th and mashed it. I easily cought the guy and put 3-4 cars on him in no time. I could hear him down shift and his engine was screaming, I could hear it over my car and radio. Hell he never could quite catch me I would solw down and let him gain, then punch it again and increase my lead. I ran her up to about 110, but had to turn off to my work place. the last thing I saw was the dude flipping me the bird. I can't wait to see him again and smoke that big old truck, what is it with big trucks? A bonus of living in a small comunity is it will happen, and I will be stage two soon.