As 13, 14 year old kids we used to go to the nearby cardump where they also sold scrap bikes and mopeds. These bikes were picked up by the police a few towns away. It was a scenery of a movie; high fences, grumpy men and barking dogs. We were looking for spare parts for our self-made-offroad-mopeds. Only buying a few bolts and nuts, we hardly could walk passing the gate by all the stuff hidden in our pockets and trousers. I remember hiding cables, going from my jacket sleeves, along my spine, my trousers and straight into my boots. Or throwing a complete engine over the fence, picking it up after dark. Kids huh....
Once we were stunned at the scene by finding a moped with the engine inside its rear wheel! Never seen before!! Curious as we were, we took it apart but left it there. Years later I found out it must have been a four-stroke P50.... funny machine.
