So I was heading home from the dorms last night at about 12:15 am. As you can imagine, the main drag through town is fairly deserted by that time on a Monday night. Well, I turned out, heading south for home. About 1/4 mile later, this mis 80's-ish Camaro cruises past me, and I didn't think anything of it. But as we cruised down the road, I noticed him kinda jumpin on the throttle every now and then, so I did the same. As we're screwin around, a turbo'd WRX pulls up on my right (it was a 3-lane road, I was in the middle). I eventually made the connection that these guys knew each other.
About 1/2 mile later the two of them get on the throttle a little and pull ahead of me, so I stood on it and flew in between them, and then it was on.
I finally got them both to slow to about 35 (my truck doesn't launch well between anything above 35 and below 55), get 'em beside me and stand on it. We leave the Camaro behind, and the WRX had me, but not by much. We were side by side, and he would pull just a little, then fall back when he had to shift, then pull a little, then fall back, etc... We slow to 30 a little further down the road and run again, same result.
Then we were coming up on a red light, so I roll up to it at about 10 to 15 mph, with a little powerbraking to build some boost. The right lane that the WRX was in ended about 200 ft up, so it was on. The light turned green when I we had slowed to about 10, so I let the old stroker eat. Once I finally caught traction, I easily had the WRX enough that he had to merge in behind me.
So, in short, the old stroker once again made me proud last night!!!