Man, I love a junkyard. So many memories when I think about it. When I turned 16 in '74, along with my cousin, and got my license we were driving junk and always needed parts. A local guy had a repair business and a small yard. We would go out to "Don's" at least once a week, maybe more. We could drive through the yard and pull parts. I mean we used used ball joints, tie rod ends, u-joints, tires or whatever. Never had money for new. We would pull up to the garage and Don would come out and look in the trunk and invariably say something like "give me 2 bucks". He kept us on wheels. I remember once he let my Dad and I use his garage and tools to swap a tranny in an AMC Ambassador that Dad had. He always did stuff like that, not just for us but for a lot of people. We always banged on the cars and pulled back the weeds looking for bees and snakes before getting too involved. never saw any poisonous snakes but black and garter snakes and lots of hornets and wasps.
As I got older and had better jobs I bought better cars and could afford new parts so I frequented the junk yards less until I bought the old Dodge. Then it was Dad and I scrounging around all the local yards looking for parts. The operators had changed though, no vehicles in the yards, they wanted to pull the parts and the fees were based on fifty percent of new cost. Still found found a couple that operated the old way and thoroughly enjoyed them. I think that is why I go to Carlisle and Hershey to the swap meets. I love walking the aisles looking and rooting even if I am not looking for anything special. I often go and never look at anything but the piles of parts and I almost always find something.
Great topic for a cold February morning. Thanks for the memories.