 My father used to have a pickup truck. We lived in Portland. You know how you go over the Portland Bridge to Crystal Lake? Yeah. Well, back then, the dairy farm that they used to have, the road was called the Weeway. It was all hills, small hills like that. So my father would load me and my four siblings and then all my five cousins, and we'd bring the pickup truck, and then he would just fly on there. And we'd go up and down, really high up, and he'd just slam right back down. And then they'd end up paving it flat. Like right after, in the 90s, I believe, they paved it flat. So now...