There's always something else. Especially around this joint, where everyone wants everything yesterday. It's all singing, all dancing, all the time. Redline seems to be the requisite engine speed. Maybe it's the same where you live, especially if you're like us and mostly live at work anyway. When you're around motorcycles, it's easier for work to get past the seals and lean out the mixture that fuels real life. Wife. Kids. Pembroke Welsh Corgis, friends and neighbors. Then, WFO still doesn't generate the trap speed your corporate crew chief had in mind. The throttle is on the stop. Something's burning down there. Did the bottom end sound like that in practice?