Joyride about in a tank. Perhaps, upon my inevitable accumulation of billions of the local currency, I'll take on the endevour. But until then, a man can only dream...
...except, imagine the Sherman in question riding about through your local suburbs (naturally through yards and houses) while I hollar from the controls "Whooo hoo!!! Bill me later folks, I'm rich!"
It is perhaps the ultimate in jack-holery.