Subie Vulchers... they're out there... waiting... TO GET YOU!

They're hiding in the email lists, the online forums, waiting silently,
inconspicuously.

They are brought out by the sweet smell of leaking coolant, the clatter of
worn lifters, the wheezing of low compression, the whining about poor
performance or prose about poor mileage.

They start circling above, patiently waiting for the WBX carcass to offer
itself.

Some do not wait.  They pounce, teasing, laughing, pointing, bragging
relentlessly until the last drop has leaked from the gashing head gaskets,
encouraged by a spirit of self-righteousness and outright speed.  Ah, the
constant chanting of high MPG!

But I march on ignoring the circling shadows and the low-hanging oil pans.
They can not taste what they can not catch.  Death shall omit me.  Death
SHALL omit me!