This should be more fun John grumped to himself.
He was riding in what was literally the fastest car in the world. A car which refused to go over the speed limit (except for mission emergencies). A car which refused to let John "drive" if he was injured, or tired, or had had even one drink.
Harold could be a stickler for following the rules; as representatives of the Foundation for Law and Government he felt it was their duty to set a good example
John slouched down in his seat in shame as his marvel of technology was passed by a group of elderly nuns in a Cadillac.
Maybe John should take up knitting for the long road trips?