Two races. The first was a kid in a '99 Neon R/T. Light turns green and we race to about 60 mph where I was 3 cars ahead. We pull up to the next light and the kid is grinning ear to ear. I roll down the window and tell him that was fun. He agreed and we take off again, I beat him to 60 by 3 1/2 cars, slow down wave, he honks and I pull onto the highway. The kid was real cool and just wanted to see a WRX go. So I showed him.
Second race. This time I have my wife and my mother in the wagon. I'm coming up to a light that's about to turn green so I slow down so I don't have to stop. There's a Saturn SL2 in the other lane stopped at the light. The light turns green and I see the Saturn try (and I mean try) to take off. I give a little juice and pass him easily. Then I notice he's trying to pace me so I accelerate and keep him behind me. We get to a light and he pulls up and he's looking over at me with this look. I'm thinking "you've got to be joking right? OK, if you want." The light turns green and he takes off. I drop it a 4k and chirp the front tires. The wagon passes him like he's in reverse. We pull up to the next light and I look over ready to give the thumbs up but he won't even look at me. I could tell he was upset. The light turns green and he tries to accelerate again. This time I just let the turbo spool up and leave him in my carbon monoxide wake. "Surprise buttwad! You just got torn a new one by a wagon." Silly rabbit, Saturns are for commuting.
I really want to race a Mustang GT not Neons and definitely not Saturns.