Sorry you’re friend had only driven shit boxes before his WRX. Not the case here. My original statements stands. I would have had no problem talking about the difference between older turbod Subarus and the ‘15+ WRXs but you are dripping with condescension. Thanks for the reply though.

Yep, that must be it. I’ve never driven anything else. Ever. No frame of reference for me.

I dunno, man, ”clunky” is not a word I would use to describe my ‘15 WRX. Could be the new FJ motor, or the fact that I don’t drive like a vaping Subi bro, but whatever it is my car is pretty fucking smooth.

Might be true but for a NA Baja it’s just not worth that much. The miles wouldn’t scare me if they had more info about the new motor, but not knowing who did the swap or where the motor came from is a giant red flag for me, as it should be for everyone.

A lot of tuner bros in NY register their cars in VT because they have much less restrictive emissions regulations. Up until a few months ago you could easily register your car in VT without a VT license or residence.

I’ll be loyal to the end but I want a god damn hatch. Period.

My first car was a ‘90 Geo Prism, light blue. That thing was essentially a go-cart you could drive on the road legally. My friends loved it because I would let them beat the crap out of it in hope that it would die. It worked. RIP Blue Bullet.

If I have kids they will appreciate the same things. They’ll be like, “Oh, your dad has a 20XX BMW? My mom drives a skyline and a RSTi”

Don’t worry, I slut shame my cat on the regular and call her dirty names. She deserves it. She’ll take attention from whoever is doiling it out and consequently won’t leave them alone after said attention is given. My boyfriend calls her a “puppy-cat” I call her a “whore”.

Yep. Her sobbing in the court room, and clear heartbreak & utter dismay, in addition to her refusal to work with her abuser and therefore loss of millions of dollars, screams, “I’ve made it all up for attention!!”

This is beautifully sad. Almost two years ago my childhood cat, Phil, passed away at the age of 17. It was the first time I went to the vet with my mother to have a pet euthanized. I held him on my lap while he purred and struggled to breath during the short ride there, and felt like I was committing the ultimate act…

Yesssss!!!