I have too many scrapyard adventure stories to tell but not the time although one still gives me a constant reminder, I was climbing a stack of cars that were in rows 4 high using the old fashioned style door handles for footings, it was raining and my shoes were caked in the obligatory water/soil/oil mixture, I got to the top car gripping the door handle with my right hand when both feet slipped leaving me hanging by my right arm, I actually heard my shoulder pop out and had to lower myself down carefully left handed until I reached terra firma, a quick roll of arm saw the shoulder ‘clunk’ back in but it has been an aching nuisance ever since!
Yes, items finding their way out of the scrapyard mysteriously without payment was a given! I’d had a run in with the bloke that ran the establishment, so was pretty cheeses off but my revenge was to source an identical front light for my Mk1 Mexico that was cracked from a DAF Daffodil 55, fitted down the front of my strides and a bit of breathing in saw me walk out and take my revenge!
Happy days 😁