Hello.
Robbing a bank would only complicate the matters; finding the owner of that custom-tuned Corvette Stingray, locking him up in a cellar, and jacking his ride might be a better one; that is, before you are done getting your jollies wheeling that sweet sun of a gun dream whip, you'll wind up in prison recounting the wild tale of how you got caught pushing 170 at the backend borderline of Venezuela being chased viciously by the coppers.
If you are willing to set this plan in motion, get yourself a good friend at the DMV. His license is there on full display.
(chagrin smile; don't you dare try this)