The only problem with getting a new murder car is the aforementioned suspension and DNA tracking, which our boozy-suit hero quickly bypasses by influencing Q to hold off on reporting his whereabouts for the first 48 hours. Then, like some kind of double-O-asshole, he thanks Q by sneaking into his underground go-go-gadget lair under MI6's old London headquarters ...
"Where's all my shiiiiiiiiiit?!"
... and flat-out stealing the awesomobile for his personal use.
Cut To ...
Bond, a suspended agent being carefully watched, somehow got a secret spy car filled with weapons and flamethrower fuel all the way to Rome in less than two days' time.
"I made good time by making only five sex stops."