I bought my first WRX tonight. An MY99 wagon with APS and Whiteline kits, 4"exhaust, 280hp and a massive insurance bill.
Within about ten minutes of cruising the roads, getting the feel of this beautiful machine I stop at a set of lights to see in my rear view mirror to see a fully cocked 67(?) Chevy Stingray.
I start slow, you know, minding my own business, and this dude is on my tail like I'm a sailor at Mardi Gras. Feeling a bit uncomfortable I give the rexy some, only about 60%. I'm pretty quickly slung back into my seat as I change into 3rd - with the Stingray lighting up like a death metal concert trying to take the inside lane. Its going nowhere, at the drivers door, with me taking it cool.
So I put the foot down a little and give myself some space. At the next set of lights I take a sudden left, hoping to lose him and to my suprise he follows me.
I let him overtake, and this V8 was at about 6000 rpm and screaming - sounding much kinkier than a stock big block . The next set of lights we swing right, and I decide to take him out. He starts in front and I open up the potential and fly by him on the inside. After the intial straight the road gets curvy, and I streak ahead. I slow down and this screaming Stingray fires past me. I drop a gear and hammer through the approaching long left like I was on rails - slipping by the Stingray like it was a street sign.
I get about 4 lengths on him and stretching before I slow down.
At the next lights he said his car was not made for cornering - but after the WRX rolled him up on the straights and smoked him, I guess the only thing he had over me was the chick pulling power of a bright red Stingray.
Geez, love the WRX, and I dont even know how to drive it yet.