I would easily say that 99% of my driving could be done in a old Geo Metro.
And the Geo Metro would be more comfortable. The STi rides stiff, there
is no other way to put it. But, the payoff is in cornering and handling.
The STD WRX has a considerably softer suspension. The STi gets a little
tiring on long trips. It's just more car than I need.
The STi is an extremely stiff ride. I mean, don't get *me* wrong,
something like a Stingray or maybe a Viper rides way stiffer, but on
occasion I'll be driving my STi down the (terrible) roads around here and
wonder whether I should be getting a mouth guard for my own protection.
I like to joke with people that the STi would chip a man's teeth just
driving over a quarter on the road.
At this point, I would have to say that my hardcore STi-lover-at-heart
wins over any petty concerns about personal comfort any day, and the STi
is my dream car, period. I no longer wish for "something more." I was a
WRX driver prior to trading it in for an STi, and the difference is
palpable, and mind-breakingly accelerated.
No other car holds sway over me the way the STi did, and probably no other
car in the future will, unless Subaru screws me and introduces a
one-up STi-2 in the future.
Don't get me wrong, I love the STi and I think it is still the best bang
for the buck for a high-performance production vehicle. It's just doesn't
meet my "practical" needs.
You forgot to mention the gas mileage. Wish I could find it now, but
there's a few-years-old Corvette that gets better gas mileage *and* does a
better quarter mile than the STi. I'm afraid to do mileage calculations on
my own STi, but then again, the hardcore car lover in me wins out, and
petty concerns like my wallet become meaningless.
Stubbornness has a lot to do with why I bought my STi to begin with, and
stubbornness will keep me in my STi for a very, very long time.
Oh sure, a tiny sliver of doubt creeps into my mind now and then.. a
little voice will squeak, "You're going to be broke and have neck problems
in five years!" but I quickly stamp it out with a spirited drive around
some local twisty roads.
Translation: Don't buy the STi unless you, too, are willing to grit your
teeth everytime you hit a crack in the road, fork out large dollars for
the high-octane gas, and want to rattle your passengers' brains and squish
them against their doors every corner you fly around!
I would have to say that I would now choose the Legacy GT with an
automatic transmission as my favorite Subaru. I would be willing to trade
the STi for this vehicle if the deal was right. Plenty of comfort with
enough power and handling for those times I like to "get on it" a little.
Nearly every STi owner I know ends up trading it in after a year for
something "less". I never will. I used to say I'd own my WRX until the day
it finally gave up the ghost and died forever, but even when I bought the
WRX and heard rumours that the STi was coming to America I knew the STi
was the top of my personal vehicle ladder.
It's not a car for the faint-hearted, or the family man. Your children
will never be able to sleep in it. Your wife will never be comfortable
driving it. Your wallet will hate you, and your financial advisor will
think you're crazy. People will stare at the huge spoiler and massive
hoodscoop and think you're just a poser riceboy driving a riced-out WRX.
Nobody but a tiny, tiny minority will actually recognize it. American
muscle cars will show you nothing but disdain. Your extended family will
worry you're going to kill yourself in it. Soon. Your dog will refuse to
climb into it after a few runs.
But if you're one of the lucky few personalities that can put up with
the hardship, you'll sit at work, watching the clock, begging for
lunchtime or the end of the day so you can get a few more minutes of
flight-time in it. Thinking about driving it--even after months or years
or ownership--will quicken your pulse and dilate your pupils. You'll be
able to confidently look at 99.99% of every car on the road, think, "I'm
faster than they are," and because you already know it's true, you'll
never have to feel the need to prove that some dumbass in a 'Stang
5.0-liter with the "MU" filled in on the back bumper is actually a
slow-ass n00b without a clue. The acceleration, the cornering, the
incredible experience, will give you wet dreams at night, and fire up your
motivation to work just so you don't miss a car payment.
If you're one of the lucky few who have a wife or girlfriend with the
right personality, you can get laid anytime you want just by taking her
out for a drive in a car that comes within a fraction of a second of a
Lamborghini Mercielago on the track, and kicks its lame ass all over the
snow, gravel, or any other adverse weather conditions you'd care to name.
Yes, really. Just don't try road-head, you'll lose your Johnson driving
over a manhole, and then you won't be a whole-man.
It'll be your secret pride, your hidden joy, your sleeper-in-ricer's
clothing. And when you drive down the street and happen, on those rare
occasions, to meet another STi driver travelling in the opposite
direction, a little nod, a raised finger, and you both connect on a level
normal people just can't understand. You think a Ferrari driver would be
thrilled to meet someone else driving around in *his* penis-extension? No,
but you both secretly, mentally exchange the understanding, the
transcendent meta-feeling, that no other car comes close to your prized
possession.