I would spend the whole day at our town dump scrounging junk that I thought I could make something out of. It was right out the dirt road from our house. My own outside hardware store. Anything with bolts on it came home. Bicycles were like finding gold. If it wasn't for the dump I wouldn't have had a Bicycle. I built the coolest Chopper. I wanted a "Orange Crate" but My dad couldn't afford one. Yeah those were the days.
