I no longer have my WRX, and have a 2004 GTO. Thought this was worth sharing, though...
Driving north along Rt 83 in Elk Grove just before noon to meet up with my friends to watch the Bears ultimately defeat the Jets, and I found myself in the mood to have some fun:
I first came across a maroon 1997-ish Mustang GT convertible with a tan top. As I pulled up along side while doing the speed limit, I noticed he had his g/f in the car. Figured I'd go easy on the guy so he didn't get too embarrassed. Caught a red light with me directly behind him.
On green, he took off moderately, but enough to clear the cars to either side of him. This allowed me to pull up even, and hold the GTO in 2nd gear. I squeezed the throttle down to indicate my intentions by jumping forward a few carlengths. He got the message that I wasn't MMOB... While I let the GTO slow back down, he came rushing up. I squeezed the gas again as he approached my hindquarters, and ran through second while I chirped the tires upon grabbing third. This easily propelled me out front to a safe distance... I went on and off the gas a few more times in 3rd, staying just out of his reach, but giving false hope to the victim each time.
Well ahead with the results quite apparent, I shifted into 5th and started to slow back down. This allowed the GT to roar past at WOT (his exhaust did sound nice), and perhaps salvage some respect points from his lovely passenger. He came to a stop in the approaching left turn lane, and I slowly rolled past them with an appreciative thumbs up and a friendly smile. The driver graciously nodded and returned the thumbs up. I prefer races that end with mutual respect, regardless of whether I'm the victor or not...
At the same light where my encounter with the Mustang had just ended, I found myself squarely behind a blue Mitsubishi Evo. He was sporting tinted windows, a modest sized exhaust, Lancer red tails, and a slightly lowered stance. Feeling the thrill, c0ckiness, and hint of adrenalin flowing from my fresh kill, I figured I'd offer a challenge to this potential contender.
The Evo driver took off slowly from the light. I was holding 1st just waiting for him to punch it. The GTO felt like a pitbull straining at it's collar waiting to be unleashed... Didn't happen right away, however, as the Evo driver just accelerated mildly. Feeling somewhat disappointed that he didn't punch it, we slowly cleared the cars in the other lanes, and I managed to pull along the passenger side and glance over. My gaze was met by his female partner, who seemed to have a disapproving look on her face. I paced them for a few moments, and then backed off. The light up ahead was red, and I needed to get over a few lanes in order for both of us to line up at the front of the upcoming intersection.
The light turned green just as we both came to a stop. I was already in 1st gear ready to drop the hammer. I expected the Evo to jump out, but the quick green meant that he didn't have his revs up for a full launch. Hence, we both eased off the line, holding 1st gear. I was perhaps a half car in front of him, when I heard the suddenly increased volume of air whooshing through his turbocharged motor. My response was instantaneous, and the GTO lept forward as well. My shiftlight quickly blinked, and I threw it into 2nd. The Evo was still at my back quarter panel. The shiftlight soon blinked again, and the tires barked as I forcefullly slammed 3rd gear. Thinking to myself that the LS1 would now start pulling away from the Evo, I wasn't aware that the Mitsubishi had other intentions... The bright blue 4 door pulled even with me as I was climbing in 3rd gear. He briefly dropped back no more than a few feet as he shifted, but pulled even again as my shiftlight told me that I was at redline in 3rd. I ripped the GTO into 4th, and the candy blue Evo gently pulled ahead at a slow, but definitive rate.
After a brief moment, it was clear that this particular AWD competitor had more than just a down low punch, and that I likely wasn't going to catch up unless he botched his next shift. I braked and slowed, while he did the same. Humbled now, but still in a good mood, I pulled next to them at the approaching red light while they sat in the right turn lane. Thumbs up and smiles were exchanged yet again within the span of a minute, and we both went our separate ways. Well, you win some, and you lose some...