 Lots and lots of miles playing poker in that bus. Oh, boy, didn't he love it? Oh, he loved it. And that thing would be filled with smoke, and you couldn't hardly keep from gagging, but you wasn't going to leave Ernie's bus until he was through with the poker game. When he went back and went to bed, well, you'd have Hoot stop, and your bus would catch up, and you'd get back on your bus and go on down the road. They were wonderful years. You remember the story. If we got time to...