 And then for Mitchell, all the way past Sioux Falls and, like, another 30 miles before you get to, like, the turn to go to New Alma, the wind bloom or whatever. Nonstop cones. Nonstop one direction, right? Yeah. Or two, like, semis coming straight at you at 90 miles an hour because it's, you know, it's just a little buffer in between. A little tiny cone separating you from 100,000-pound semi rushing towards you. Mm-hmm.