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Be it the first time you gunned the engine to hear the turbo spool up, good times with your friends/family, the blood and sweat you put into tuning, or when you got your best time at a race... What's the one meomory you have, involving a subie(yours or a friends), that will always be with you?

Since I'm drunk early in the evening, with no place to go but to bed, I'll start.

It was January, shortly after I turned seventeen. It was about 4am, cold and damp, typical florida winter. Earlier, my friends and I hopped into a 93 wagon my friend Ronny had, just to get out and have some fun. To protect the innocent and the not so innocent, I'm gonna leave out most of what we did for most of the night(lets just say some things got lost, APB's got put out, ricers got schooled, people got beat up...General suburban saturday night kinda stuff)

Anyway, in all of our teenage hell raising and debauchery, we failed to notice the fuel gauge being near empty. All six of us are stuck on some back road cutting through some public hunting areas. There was a station not too far away so Ron went for some gas. Just as he gets back and gets the gas in, a truck comes down the road, sees us with our hazard lights on and stops to see if we need help.

Turns out it was my girlfriends dad, heading out early to do a little hog hunting. My GF told her dad she was staying over somones house. He looks right at me and screams "You little bastard!". Now, he's 6'1" 235 LBS, and most likely armed. He lunged at me, I kicked him in the face and closed the door, Ron hopped into the drivers seat and fired it up. Thank god it started right away, and that a subaru has a buttload of low end. We didn't slow down untill we were in the next county. Good Times, Good Times.

So, what's your story? I'm not nosy, I just like hearing the stories people have to tell.

All the best ones are with my '84 wagon. Variously: jumping, overloaded red-eye redline runs to Detroit, 'Sabotage' video reanactment down Detroit alleys, nights under the stars looking up through the sloped back window, running Belle Isle, self winter driver training, fun with the PA system, throwing swivel chairs out the back at pursuing vehicles, racing an Isuzu I-Mark RS, getting more attention at the beach from girls than my friends with their muscle cars, knocking the teeth out of the grille with my ex, parking sideways on snowbanks with the Wranglers.

I miss that car more than any lost friends.

When we were in Cape May in the summer, we had decided to go up to Wildwood for the night and we all went in separate cars (4 different cars). So, I had gotten up to Wildwood and parked and I get phone call. The guy with the 97 Jetta VR6 can't get his car out of 3rd. So, I drive back from Wildwood down the Jersey Turnpike to pick up this guy. I get down there and I pick him up, and brag the rest of the night how my car was the oldest one with the most miles out of all the cars, and it was the one that didn't break. It turned out he had broken a plastic part of the linkage (it was $37!) and after we replaced that, it was good to go.

Last year when my friend and I picked up my '94. Flew to LA and that was my first time in an airplane. Saw a little bit of the city and knew I had to get the hell out of there. Had to go to four Western Unions to get the money seeing that all except the last one didn't have enough. Took us like four hours to get out of the city. Stopped in Vegas for two hours. Rocked a white T-shirt and khaki shorts through the MGM Grand hollering at some fine ass hoes. The desert was utterly awesome. Did 130 mph for about a half hour, only slowing down for the turns. The mountains were utterly awesome as well. The Colorado river was really cool. Getting drunk and stoned in Boulder was really fun until I puked right outside a club. Getting pulled over three times between Colorado and Nebraska sucked ass. Getting home, taking a nap, and going to work with the new car - priceless.