Now, I'd never thrash my wife's car (and it's not the hooligan type anyway, is it?), but there's some satisfaction in surprising those who expect the A2 to be some kind of latter-day 2CV.
When bringing it back yesterday, I saw that an overly-made up young lady in a green Megane convertible (which looked as bad as it sounds) had clocked me and instantly pulled into the right hand lane at roundabout.
The satisfaction in pulling away smartly enough so that she had to pull in behind me was considerable. In part it's childishness, but I feel curiously defensive of this deeply under-rated little car.