 Okay, and she was going probably 25 miles an hour on the boulevard, which is unsafe. But he came up right behind her, and then she hit the brakes, and I just screamed in the top of my lungs in my vehicle, look out. Of course, they couldn't hear me, but I don't know how he missed her. But whether he was just trying to be A.J. Foyt, I don't know. That used to be a racer, by the way, folks. He used to race Indy cars.