When I was 16 a moped licence went without saying.  So like a good boy I went to driving school, took my test and finally arrived home, swollen with pride, with my brand new licence. But what was the point in taking the test without a moped? I asked my father to loan me the money and set off to check out all the local dealers. After two weeks I found a Kreidler, which matched my purpose. The subsequent two years were among the happiest of my life. Unfortunately all photos of this time have disappeared so I can’t display one here.