You know, sometimes I wonder about people. Here I am minding my own business headed over to the Philadelphia Flyers Skatezone to watch some of my boys play hockey. I'm sitting at a redlight when I hear the unmistakable rumble of a fartcan. I figured it'd be a Honda Civic who really wanted to get hosed...to my shock, I look over and see a previous gen BMW 325ls with those cheesy looking cleared out headlights (and I'd find out later, a fartcan and altezza lights. wtf.) He has 3 people in the car and yells something like "Hey, nice ricer you have there." Oh the irony. A complete stock WRX is a ricer and a BMW 325 with altezzas, cleared out headlights, and a fartcan is a luxury sports sedan...I also heard they cured cancer, enacted world peace, and found something to actually kill Keith Richards. [sarcasm alarm going haywire] Anyway, he revvs it at me, I figured what the heck. Long story short: 4k slip launch, insta-1 1/2 car length edge and kept pulling, he looked like he shut down when I was about 3 car lengths ahead (and was continuing to pull). I love wasting yuppies.