MrBlonde
12-22-2002, 08:19 AM
Greetings lovers and gamblers.
Friday the 20th of December will go down as one of my personal red letter days for WRX kills. I racked up three in one day and I loved every minute of it.
Kill One. Driving South on that main road that leads to the airport, weaving in and out of the three lane traffic when I notice a comformist blue WRX moving up in the traffic behind me. After a couple of minutes the little bugger managed to get up behind me. Front mount intercooler, blowoff valve, aftermarket exhaust, etc. As the next gap in the fast lane opened up I moved out and then back into the middle lane, thus opening the door for our kebab munching pilot to take his best shot.
The cap wearer predictably floored it and his brave mount leaped forward, bringing his nose equal to my rear bumper. Instantly rising to the challenge I hit it in second and enjoyed the dismay on his face as my rear tyres spun loudly and the ever faithful M Coupe catapulted forward (and sideways) leaving our Youth Of Middle Eastern Appearance (YoMEA) to wonder at the ever increasing distance between our respective chariots.
Coming up against the rear end of the next set of traffic I eased into the fast lane and eventually our WRX pilot caught up. Not content with one trouncing, he had another lash at the next set of lights where upon I showed no mercy and kept the foot down into fourth, by which time he was actually out of sight around a bend. The next set of lights had our brave warrior slink off into another lane and fiddle with his stereo, much to my amusement.
Kill Two. Heading North up the Western Distributor onto the Harbour Bridge I notice another conformist blue WRX approaching rapidly. Drawing up next to me the pilot looked over with some interest. Sadly shaking my head and wrinkling my mouth with disdain I looked at him and shrugged, gesturing to the open road in front. Same reaction; same result with Habib left wondering what the Hell happened and me whistling merrily to myself as I got off the gas in third and let the M Coupe coast back down to a sensible speed.
Kill Three. Heading North on Pacific Highway at North Sydney, naturally minding my own business and stopping at a set of lights at Bay Road. Who should cruise up next to me at the lights but Mr WRX, this time in black with front mount, massive exhaust and baseball cap. A sweet smile at the unsuspecting victim and my first win over a WRX through first gear. Go the 427 diff! A good natured toot of the horn as our Subaru steerer cruised past further down the road and I turned off, a day's work well done.
And all this on a double demirt point day! Here's to more encounters with the oh-so-cocky WRX fighter pilots as this man continues his mission to Teach Rex's Manners (TWM). That is all.
Friday the 20th of December will go down as one of my personal red letter days for WRX kills. I racked up three in one day and I loved every minute of it.
Kill One. Driving South on that main road that leads to the airport, weaving in and out of the three lane traffic when I notice a comformist blue WRX moving up in the traffic behind me. After a couple of minutes the little bugger managed to get up behind me. Front mount intercooler, blowoff valve, aftermarket exhaust, etc. As the next gap in the fast lane opened up I moved out and then back into the middle lane, thus opening the door for our kebab munching pilot to take his best shot.
The cap wearer predictably floored it and his brave mount leaped forward, bringing his nose equal to my rear bumper. Instantly rising to the challenge I hit it in second and enjoyed the dismay on his face as my rear tyres spun loudly and the ever faithful M Coupe catapulted forward (and sideways) leaving our Youth Of Middle Eastern Appearance (YoMEA) to wonder at the ever increasing distance between our respective chariots.
Coming up against the rear end of the next set of traffic I eased into the fast lane and eventually our WRX pilot caught up. Not content with one trouncing, he had another lash at the next set of lights where upon I showed no mercy and kept the foot down into fourth, by which time he was actually out of sight around a bend. The next set of lights had our brave warrior slink off into another lane and fiddle with his stereo, much to my amusement.
Kill Two. Heading North up the Western Distributor onto the Harbour Bridge I notice another conformist blue WRX approaching rapidly. Drawing up next to me the pilot looked over with some interest. Sadly shaking my head and wrinkling my mouth with disdain I looked at him and shrugged, gesturing to the open road in front. Same reaction; same result with Habib left wondering what the Hell happened and me whistling merrily to myself as I got off the gas in third and let the M Coupe coast back down to a sensible speed.
Kill Three. Heading North on Pacific Highway at North Sydney, naturally minding my own business and stopping at a set of lights at Bay Road. Who should cruise up next to me at the lights but Mr WRX, this time in black with front mount, massive exhaust and baseball cap. A sweet smile at the unsuspecting victim and my first win over a WRX through first gear. Go the 427 diff! A good natured toot of the horn as our Subaru steerer cruised past further down the road and I turned off, a day's work well done.
And all this on a double demirt point day! Here's to more encounters with the oh-so-cocky WRX fighter pilots as this man continues his mission to Teach Rex's Manners (TWM). That is all.