I'd take mine too.
Suppose it never touched pavement. Suppose the gov'mnt never knows it exists.
Back maybe the sixties the Mary Worth[less] comic strip had a bizarre episode that involved a cackling maniac with a car hidden in a barn, that he only took out on moonless nights, with a blinding Cyclopean headlight. Good thing I wasn't an impressionable kid.
I might have grown up an anarchist.
Anyway, replace that house-of-cards cab with a Citizen Safety Podule™, and try again. I'm sure a guy who designs carbon-fiber cockpit tubs has some ideas.
If he knows what he's doing, [insert title here] Murray will enter a team in the Baja 500.