I was at the store gettin gas and beer afer a long day of tryin to figure out the weird noise was comin for my car. So I am inside gettin my stuff and this guy asked if that was my WRX. He told me he seen my car and my bro's 94 325i parked at my house all the time. He asked me whos car was quicker. I said mine was and then he asked to race me on this make shift track they got on a highway strip that is hardly used. I first said no cause my mechanic said not to run her hard until I figured what the noise was comin from. He said he had a VW Golf and kept eggin on sayin "come on you got a WRX". He then told me it wasn't a VR6.I finally said ok lets go for it. i get outside and see his big front mount Intercooler. Before I saw the Intercooler and turbo decal on the back.He said all he had was an exhaust and intake done to his car. So I thought easy kill, but somethin seemed fishy.
So we begin and he tells me to go since there were no lights. I gun it and I see that I am leavin him behind by 3-4 cars at start when I first looked back. the crasy thing is that midway into third gear he is next to me and then leavin me behind. I felt like I was crawlin in my WRX and he was runnin. I am not a sore loser but I don't think I was supposed to get dogged like that. He had me by 4 car lengths before shuttin down. I don't know WTF to think about that one but I still keep my head up with pride.