Around 11:45am this morning, I was on my way to get gas down the street. (13-shoennerr for anyone who knows where thats at) and I pull up at a red light next to a cobra. It was I'd say a 96 or so (that body style). It was purple and green kamelion paint or whatever you call it. Checked the badge on the side, cobra. Looked at the wheels, cobra. The brakes said cobra on them too. So I look at the guy (he was really goofy looking. He reminded me of Comic Book Guy from The Simpsons.) I think he knew what my car was and see him put the car into gear. He looked at me like "wanna race"? I am still getting used to my WRX after 4 months, so I am really not a racer.
So the light turns green, and I DO NOT launch... just a regular start from a light, about 3 feet after I moved, I decided to floor it. Within mili-seconds I hear the guy squeeling his tires like mad. So half way into the intersection he is next to me and squeeling his tires like crazy!!! I could tell he was having a very hard time keeping the things straight. So we are through the intersection and we fly right by the gas station I was going to stop at. The dude is STILL squeeling his tires like crazy as he shifts into 2nd. This continued all the way through (my) 3rd gear. By 65(in a 45) we were neck and neck and his wheels STILL screeming for traction. At this moment. I chickened out and shut'er off. Turned around and went back to get gas.
That is my story. It was pretty cool hangin with a cobra none the less My car is bone stock except for muffler-less straight pipe. His was obviously modded. I thought he might not be trying at first, but spinning through 3rd I think he was. With the quick look I got at him while the cars were going, he had that look like "what the hell....is my E-brake on?"