I opened up the throttle for giggles after work, just going down to teichman, and it felt like I was about to break the sound barrier. Then, I noticed that I was running like Jughead's jalope or the car from the Beverly Hillbillies. I guess I fouled out both plugs in just that 3 mile run right there. I popped and sputtered and lurched all the way home. I'm going insane.