@ai6yr My father in law owned a business manufacturing potentiometers in Chicago. One of the workers in his shop near Midway Airport was assigned to repair children's bicycles he bought at police auctions and add them to a shipping container in his parking lot. Whenever the container got full, he sent it to an imaginary address in a war-torn country, assuming the local mafia would grab it and sell them – which he was fine with, because that meant they had volunteered to be his distributors, and however they got there more kids would have bikes.(P.S.: Credit where it's due: he was Eugene Maurey, WW2 Army captain/artillery forward observer, founder of Maurey Instrument Company, and self-published author of a fantastic war memoir and several books on... wait for it... exorcism.)
