Okay, so I was driving home last night and up ahead I saw this kid riding a "Power Rangers" big wheel on the sidewalk. As I closed in, the light turned red and we both stopped. He re-tied his shoelace, which was starting to come undone, and I took that as a sign that he wanted a piece of the WRX. I gave him "the look" and revved my engine. He looked back at me with a confused look - I bet he was confused because he didn't know the WRX and the power it has - he had no idea what he was up against. I revved again and the kid just stared blankly at me. Waiting for the light to turn green, I pressed the gas to hold it at 5000 rpm and feathered the clutch until it was just on the edge of the friction zone. Palms sweating and heart racing, I was ready. The light turned green and I hammered a perfect launch, chirping the tires in 1st gear. I immediately gained at least 10 car lengths on him. Then I shifted into 2nd. By the time I got into 3rd gear, I coud barely see him in my rear view mirror. I pulled over and waited for him to catch up, then I rolled down the passenger window and yelled to him "Yeeeah! I SMOKED your azz! Do you have any mods on that thing? Hope not, cause it would have been a big waste of money. I know your mom isn't that slow - at least last night she wasn't. Hahaha see ya round, suka!" Then I peeled off, spraying the kid with the sand and gravel along the side of the street.