I pull out of the lot with my wife in the front and the dealer in the back. We turn to head out 67 in El Cajon to see what the white sedan can do. As we are waiting at the light, two young guys pull up in a nappy civic with some kinda pipe (or was it a bad muffler). They are looking at the car. Then the passenger rolls down the window, as do I. They are saying what a sweet f'n car the wrx is. I'm laughing cos it's a test drive and my wife turns to the dealer and says, "You called them on the cell and told them to meet us here, didn't you?" We all laugh. I get over to get on the 67 and these guys follow us. I'm just trying the car out, getting used to the cluch since I haven't driven a stick in a while. The civic dudes follow me on the freeway and get next to me going about 55. I'm on the left and they are on the right. I look over and the driver is nodding his head and punching his car up. I think, "What the hell; let's really give this car a test drive." So, I drop into third and let the turbo blow. I heard the guys muffler get really loud, but it looked like he was standing still. By this time I am almost crying, I'm laughing so hard. Then my wife says, "I don't think we should get this car if you are going to be doing that." All smiles gone. I had to reminder her again how safe the WRX is about 15 times during the test drive and promise that I would never race... "unless I was sure it was safe" I added under my breath.
We didn't get that car that day, but now I'm waiting for my white sedan to come in.