I still can't think straight so bear with me.
I have an 03' stock WRX. I was driving on Rt 93N about to get onto Rt. 495N when I get behind a debadged Ford Festiva. The first thing I think is "what sort of fresh faced jackass debadges a Ford Festiva?".
Anyway, he takes the exit ramp to 495 and I follow him. Then I notice a sticker on the back of the car that say's "Powered by Mitsubishi". So my next thought is "What an ignorant assclown, why put a sticker on a Ford saying it's powered by Mitsubishi unless you're semi-braindamaged?"
So as we get off the ramp to 495 south something scary/amazing/shocking happends. Not thinking anything, I see the Festiva jump into the middle lane and punch it. So, not wanting to look like a sucker, I follow him and punch it to, thinking that I'll fly by him like a like an f15 at an airshow.
Not to be. That f*cker started pulling on me.
I drop atleast 1/2 pound load in my shorts. "Why am I not catching up here?" I wasn't losing any ground on him, but I wasn't pulling on him either. This little **** box looked like it got shot out of a cannon.
Finally I start to inch closer to him at around 80 MPH and at around 95MPH I'm almost right next to him when we come up to some traffic and we both slow down. I get next to him and it's a little olive skinned, curly haried preteen (I swear he looked about 12), with a massive **** eating grin on his face. He looks at me, throws the thumbs up (I must of looked like I just saw a ghost) then throwns a ninja jump across the slow lane and takes the exit for rt 28 in Andover.
I had to slow down to around 60 MPH, and contemplate what just happended. I did not lose to him, because I did finally reel him in, but I still got owned. I think beating a Festiva by anything less than 2 aircraft carrier lengths is sad, and just barely pulling on one is an outright asskicking.
So I just thought I'd post this. I just got played by a sleeper and I'll be damned if I ever underestimate a compact car again,
For the record, I'm not 100% sure it was a festiva, but it had that basic shape, and had wheel's on it that looked more suited for a grocery cart then a car.
Ahh well, I have a new found respect for children and their amped up Festiva's.