I felt extremely nervous when a Polo was 'racing' me... I was just being the sensible driver that I am.. Foot slightly down, but not excessively.. I was winning.. OBV... Then he was gaining on me.. massively and I thought 'damn, stupid Starlet' The twat didn't realise that there was a red light that I was slowing down for and eventually stopped.. He went straight through, middle of town at rush hour. Needless to say, it made me giggle. A moment hasn't made me 'love' my car - it just gets me from A to B at the minute.. I can't afford to run/insure/tax/mod it in any way shape or form.. So she's filthy, sounds unloved and looks unloved.