The junkmen often beat me to stuff because I pretty much quit looking once the light goes. People throw things out to the curb late at night, and the junkmen come around before the trashmen do.
Then, I come by like an hour later and see their ratty trucks fading off into the sunrise. Bastards!
Bukwheat, are you just dropping in to the metal yards to look for scavenged items, or are you at a legitimate motorcycle scrapyard?