Because there's nothing quite like the feeling of the sun shining down on you while you are roaring down the freeway at 80 mph, windows down, sunroof open, and radio blaring Hotel California.
Specifically, the Kenneth Branagh/Emma Thompson version. Wonderful. We were all laughing - even the girlchild, who chuckled wickedly over Benedick's comment about hanging his...bugle.
I didn't even go near the computer the whole time it was playing...and that is saying quite a lot.