Because Rally Car, right?
So you've seen the picture now, there's no undoing it. I took everything that I was told about the WRX's capabilities as a rally car and an overall tough bird, and I threw it all away. Some of you may be wondering what would come upon a man to do such a ridiculous thing. Some of you might be wondering why the Subaru above doesn't have camber plates and stance.However, most of you are probably wondering why nobody ever took my WRX away from me for being such a monumental twat.
Like any good story, I should start from the beginning. I'm not going to Tarantino any of this shit and confuse you. So a young, oblivious clot (lets call him "me") stumbles his way out of the back door of a Pizza Hut, just getting off his morning shift delivering pizzas in a WRX. He turned it on, fumbled through his iPod for his Jason Mraz song, and revved the engine so he could hear the sweet sound of a turbocharged boxer running through a straight pipe (get at me, State Department.)