& when random 15 year olds come up to you asking with full hope that you might want to sell them your car, by any chance?

You know you drive an FR-S/BRZ when a fart can ricer revs hard at you so he doesn't feel insufficient.

You know you drive an FR-S/BRZ when a clueless (oblivious to any car<$50k) Joe in his Maserati revs hard at you so he doesn't feel insufficient.

You know you drive an FR-S/BRZ when you heel/toe and take every low speed turn in the neighborhood hard cause your low CoG has convinced you that you are God.

You know you drive an FR-S/BRZ when you need to replace tires every 3 months because of your God complex.

You know you own an FR-S/BRZ when you come across other FR-S/BRZ owners on the road who are always cheesing and giving you the thumbs up even though you don't personally know each other. :thumbup:

You know you're a FRS/BRZ owner when you use terms like "Simple Balance" and "Pure Handling Delight" in your common lingo...

hahaha:happy0180:

You know you own an FRS when you spend your entire day reading different "Wrecked my car" threads by people whose only understanding of car control comes from watching drift videos on youtube.

You know you own an FRS when you spend your entire day looking through "Wrecked my car" threads to try to pick up cheap parts.

:word:

Every AE86 I've ever driven was a shitbox held together with zip ties because the only thing the owner had less of than money, was driving talent.

Hence, I'd know I owned an 86 if I walked into the auto shop and the zip ties were colour matched to my car.