Local Trivia: Oh, those summer nights of our youths.

In the paper's parking lot last night as we left, near the overpass at the back, were some youths, obviously conspiring. After a minute or so of paying half-hearted attention, we saw three of them take off across the parking lot toward the street, and one of them yelled "you didn't see nothin'!"

A few seconds later, a moped-dirtbike type thing rode off with another youth on it, and a fifth youth eventually followed, running.

A pickup truck pulled up to the light at the corner where the overpass is a minute later, and the last running youth was called by his cohort in the truck -- when he heard them shouting at him, he reversed direction to run toward the truck and catapulted himself into the pickup bed -- it was like watching a pole vault, minus the pole: graceful and probably painful.

Approaching the spot at which they'd been committing whatever hijinks they were up to, we climbed onto these giant cement slabs that hold a giant piece of plywood up to a hole in a fence there.

"Oh," I said as it hit me. "This is the impound lot, isn't it?"

The police station is just beyond the overpass and their impound lot is housed directly underneath.

They got their dirtbike back.