The limousine had barely merged onto the highway when the mood shifted from ceremonial calm to unexpected delight. The elderly Pope, smiling like a schoolboy granted a rare privilege, adjusted the seat and gently placed his hands on the steering wheel. At first, the drive was smooth and measured, but something about the open road stirred a long-buried joy.
The engine hummed, the city lights stretched ahead, and suddenly the car surged forward faster than anyone expected. The driver, now seated beside him, gripped the armrest in disbelief, torn between awe and concern as the speed climbed far beyond what New York traffic signs politely suggested. It wasn’t long before flashing lights appeared in the rearview mirror.
The Pope calmly eased the limousine to the side of the road, bringing it to a neat stop. The police officer approached with practiced authority—until he glanced inside. His confident stride faltered.
He leaned closer, blinked twice, and then stepped back as if the laws of reality had briefly shifted. Without saying a word to the occupants, he returned to his patrol car and reached for the radio, his voice noticeably quieter than before. “Sir,” the officer said to his sergeant, choosing his words carefully, “I’ve pulled someone over for speeding, but this situation is… unusual.” The sergeant, clearly used to hearing all kinds of explanations, replied, “Unusual how?
Is it someone important?” The officer paused. “Yes, very important.” “Important like the mayor?” the sergeant asked. The officer swallowed.
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