So I'm driving through town today, 22 degrees and the top down (as you do) when the lights change to red. Some debaged magenta punto with stupid exhausts decides he's Nigel Mansell and shoots away across the road in the same direction I'm going.
So as a former Punto owner I decide sod that and, as it happens he's going the way I would go towards home, I follow him. He whips through the next set of lights on red which does him no good as I'm right behind him at the next set too. He's hovering on the guy in front's rear bumper, about an inch from the centre of the road - you know the type.
Anyway, I get up to a motorway junction and the road becomes three lanes (one each way and m'way turning, traffic flowing my way) in the centre. I slam it in to second and whip past Punto boy, a BMW and a Mondeo and am gone.
Moral of the story: don't mess with the Astra
(ps. perhaps you had to be there)