Whatever. I love how some people automatically assume someone was "playing" with you. On a wide open dead straight road, why would someone try to hang with you for over 60 mph of acceleration and stay behind you the whole time? If he was playing with me, he got played instead.

My car is stock. To be quite honest, it's the slowest car in my garage, I love it anyway - it's a blast. I have no reason to puff my chest about how my WRX is a nitro powered super-rocket that can decimate all comers. It's not. I'm well into my thirties, and a father - my days of BS talking at the local 7-11 are well over.