I've been reading some of the vs. stories and figured I'd post one that happened awile back.
On a warm day last fall, when I had my TXS stage 2.5 WRX, I was cruising on a three lane highway in the middle lane. I am doing about five over the speed limit, so I am getting passed on the left, but there was very little traffic out. On my left pulls up a circa ~92 mustang convertable (boxy with the 5.0 badging on it.
In the driver and passanger seats are these two really really fat men. I swear, they must have had about 550+ lbs between the two of them. They get along side me, stare/smile at me, and begin pulling and dropping 1/2 car length.
Me with the "better than thou" attitude asseses the situation as "weighted down old crappy mustang driven by a guy who's thighs barely fit under the steering column." Boy was I wrong.
So I downshift and punch it and pull 1.5 cars on him. I can then hear him get on it and he reeled me in like a little minnow. I was shocked-I almost shat myself.
We do this one or two times (I had to be 100%sure) and each time they are looking at me and giggling. So by the end of the runs, I figured it was built or blown or something or other. I don't remember hearing any spooling, but then again, I was focused on what I was doing and my shifting.
We get to the stoplight and I nod my head, tell them it's a sweet ride, sounds good, etc etc...(gave him his victory), and drove on.
Wow, I was impressed. I wish I could meet him again and give it another go with the STi.