 I remember fondly one of our neighbors owned a monster truck. As in for parades. I think it was something honcho. You're not in South Jackson if you don't get woke up at six o'clock in the morning because somebody had to fire their dragster up to get it ready to go run that night. Yeah. Yeah. That's happened. And you just accept it. Yeah. You don't run over there and say, what are you doing at six o'clock?