Nah Lou. She's got the throttle to the floor, both hands locked on the steering wheel, white knuckling the Salt Flats of Fame. The envelope has been pushed too far too fast, and as such, I expect the envelope to finally concede defeat and burst. The envelope's wound will be on full display getting out of a limo by Christmas, but that has been done before. In an effort to break new ground, the spot that breaks wind will be available for our viewing pleasure by Easter.