A friend of a friend used to have an early WRX. Used to because he noticed that he could literally watch the fuel pin move. Thought it was a defect, got it checked out. Nope.
LOL. We pulled salvage on a '73 Cadillac Fleetwood. Its path had intersected with a parked Honda Civic that had pulled over under an overpass to wait out the rain... except it was I-25, night, and the dude hadn't actually pulled over. The Fleetwood had been written off by the insurance company. We bought it because we wanted its heart: a 502 bored out to 530 CID, rebuilt less than 3,000 miles earlier. We drove that fucker away. It burned a quarter tank in 20 miles. When we started stripping it we needed three people on the hood 'cuz it was 6 feet by 7 feet and weighed about 250 lbs. By the time we had the bumper and fenders off we'd determined that annihilating a Civic at 75MPH hadn't so much as bent the subframe (nor punctured the radiator). The thing was like a freight car.