 And so he found me a yellow bike up there in the dumpster one time. I don't know how old I was. I must have been four or five. That's the first bike I learned to ride. I remember my older sister, a couple years older than me, pushing me around in the driveway trying to figure out how to ride this thing. But yeah, bicycles were always a big part of it. And it changed over time, though, what the value that it had for me, you know, initially was just to get around and to go fishing or in my cousin's pool.