 But he was a recycle. Back in the day, he recycled. This was in the mid to late 60s. He was driving 1928 to 1932 panel trucks. They'd been running forever. The man knew how to make things last. Nobody wants anything to last now. I mean, he would recycle Coke bottles. Then he would recycle pasteboard and boxes and things. And he would take those to Chattanooga. And he'd drive about 20 miles an hour all the way to town. People would get mad behind him.