A Ford Ka

Before Christmas, I was driving from home to visit my girlfriend. It's a long drive, down some fairly narrow country roads, and involving a relatively large amount of overtaking - something I don't normally do, but consider vital when stuck behind a caravan, tractor, slow lorry or cyclist.
It shouldn't be that surprising to be involved in an accident - sorry, Road Traffic Collision (there are no accidents any more!) - after all, it's a long, tiring journey, and overtaking anything is much higher risk that just following it.

Oh the other hand, being rammed from behind (stop making your own jokes Jeff) before I've even left my hometown seems slightly frustrating!

It seems that the nincompoop behind me knew the phases of the traffic lights on this particular roundabout he saw no need to stop when I did - after all, this set of lights is never red when you've just come through a green from that direction. Except this time, of course.
To be honest, I was slightly surprised by the red light - he's right, it's rare to get a red there - but there was a good 10 seconds after I stopped before he hit me... he must have seen I'd stopped?

Fast-forward to today. After much chasing of company car insurance (his, not mine), I've eventually got my car booked in to be fixed. As it was his fault, and he admitted liability, I've nothing to pay, there's no impact on my no-claims discount, and I get a free courtesy car to drive while mine's in the shop.

Just one problem... it's a Ford Ka.

Let's be fair though - I've nothing against Ford Ka's. My old car was a Ford Ka, and it was almost as fun to drive as my current car. At least, that's how I remember it.
This Ford Ka though, is ugly. It's clunky, rattly, and someone seems to have stolen the acceleration. The brakes are soft. There's plastic sheeting on the passenger seat.

It's got a CD player though. That's good, right?