I am not now nor have I ever been interested in drag racing with any of you. Yes, at stop lights I will rev my engine and beat you out of the gate, (without chirping my tires, thank you very much) because I know your turbocharged flat-4 engines suffer from a slight case of turbo lag.
And if you haven't noticed I'll gladly allow you to pull ahead of me once I reach 40MPH because, frankly, I value my license more than any fleeting moment of gratification that result in beating you to the next red light.
And what is fuck is with the gold rims? Do they not remind you of a bald middle aged shirtless man wearing too many gold chains? No? Well here's a clue, they look like shit and do not go well with the super bright blue paint.
Unlike the majority of WRX drivers, I do not suffer from SPS (Small Penis Syndrome), which by the way is not curable, (although there is a "treatment", which is to find a boy/girl friend with exceptionally tiny hands), thus I do not seek to prove my virility by racing you on public streets, especially not during peak travel times.