One of the day beat them, and you know, couple of my iconic wins was you know, beating Terry Labonte, passed him on the last lap at Phoenix, and then beating Ernie Irvan for the lap for the second win at Phoenix. Um those guys were pretty pretty big time, you know, they they they were big names and they were they were champions and run good in the sport. Ernie won a bunch of races. Terry was a champion. Um it it was it was just we drove and I don't know that it's ever changed. We drove like our life depended on it. And you go watch a truck race now, and those guys in the front, man, when they're they're on their game, when that restart come, boom. You know, they they William Byron has a hard time keeping up with those guys on the restart. It's just that intense. And they they beat and bang, and you know, the difference is nowadays, we would push each other out of the way a lot and beat and bang, but we wouldn't just go in there and wreck somebody to to win. And nowadays, that's that's a given. They're they're going to do that to win a race. They're just going to wreck you, and uh that part of it I'm not crazy about, but the rest of it was just uh amazingly fun because we had rivalries. Like we Ron Hornaday and I would beat the hell out of each other. I'll I'll show you a a setup I have in my trophy case over there. I still razz him about 20 minutes after the race. I wanted to kill him. 20 minutes after the race, he'd be at my motorhome or I'd be over at his we'd be drinking a beer together, you know, like that. You know, like the the the damn uh coyote and the damn sheepdog, you know, kind of watching over the nest. So, that was, you know, a lot of the guys like Jack. Jack would hold a brick grudge. If you touched him, oh my god, he wouldn't speak to you for 3 months. But Hornaday and I always just gave each other so much hell and worked each other over every week, but we remained friends, and uh it was cool last weekend to go and hang out with him at the racetrack, and he got to uh to be the grand marshal, and you know, gentlemen, start your engines, and I got to wave the flag. Coming back to Wilkesboro, 27 years ago, I was on the pole at Wilkesboro. So, it was uh pretty darn cool. That was the truck. I'm just looking at this thing now. You said they had the seat in there the way you had it and stuff. Is it just my eye, or is it kind of cocked a little bit? Oh, it's definitely cocked because when you slam into the corner, you want it to push you down, not…
