LOL ~ my Dad could knit. He used to ride motor bikes and my mother (who he was courting at the time) knitted him a really long scarf with elaborate stitches to “keep him warm”. The first time he worn it got caught in the chain resulting in the scarf being mangled and him buried in a macrocarpa hedge. He unpicked the scarf and “pearl plain” knitted a new one, which I still have 80 years later.