Went to midnight madness with my friends last friday. Non of us have ever raced on the track before so it was a completely whole new ballgame than what we were used to. But being that this was our first time we didn't really expect to do but so well. I was second on the line. I lined up, but forgot to roll my windows up, so I'm rolling them up while getting my car ready to go. I've got it in first. I'm staging like normal, and ready to take it to this big pick-up truck that got on the line with me. Light turns green, I let off the clutch and all of a sudden.... the car jumps out of gear and into neutral. Ain't that a #####. So I have to sit there and wait for my engine to rev down so I can go after this guy. I chase him down and I'm like, "He got me off the line, but I refuse to lose to a truck." I wizz past him to get the win, but at this point I'm still pissed that it happened. I get my timesheet and it turns out to be something like 17.086 at 89mph. So now I REALLY pissed. I found out that the announcer was saying stuff like, "Oh, that W didn't get out for nothing. He's embarassing WRX's, oh there he goes." I talk to my team and nobody really did that great for they're first time on the track, so we're like, "It's cool, shake it off, we're still in this. We just gotta step it up." Then the track gets shut down, because it's started thunderstorming. We're gonna go back in a few weeks, we've got some work to do before we can go back, but next time it gonna be better.