 I drive 10 miles an hour in the neighborhood. James, no offense, need all the help you can get. A salt block might be the least of your concerns. We've got weirdos on staff who will probably be licking the salt block. I'm so ruthless coming back at me like that. Ty's like the old farmer ripping down the dirt road in the middle of September, and you're trying to find the right spot to pass him, but he's just in his little Honda Civic. And then it kept being these doggone hills, and you're just like, we're never going to get past.