I hate that stupid Popemobile. The blasted thing only goes ten miles an hour. I'd much rather have me a Ferrarri, or one of those new Audis, or even a Ford Mustang.
Wouldn't it be cool to go out again and lay a little rubber?
Who'd stop me? Who'd give me a ticket? I couldn't even get arrested for drunk driving if I had a little too much of the sacramental wine!
I think I feel the need...the need for speed.