I don’t know about you but I loves me some going to the junkyard. I am fortunate to have about a half dozen excellent pull-your-own lots within an easy drive, and the $2 admission is really about the cheapest fun to be had on a weekend short of
going to the basement to watch it rub the lotion on its skin reading the paper to residents at the old folks home.
I’ve also had some trips to the yard result in pure gold – such as the time I found a clapped out Triumph Herald, and upon opening the trunk of which discovered a treasure trove of NOS Lucas parts, all still in their boxes. Another trek to the same yard yielded a pair of TR3s that between them gave up a quartet of SU carbs, a Laycock-de-Normanville overdrive, and more Smiths gauges than you could shake a dipstick at. Win!
Much like those boxes of chocolate that keep surprising Forrest Gump, you never know what you are going to find when visiting a junkyard. Of course dropping a couple of singles and then coming up empty handed is always a chance, but life’s always a gamble, and you can’t win if you don’t play. Also, never bring a knife to a gun fight. Where was I? Oh yeah, what about you, have you ever struck gold amongst the rust and pitted plastic that litters your favorite junkyards? Have you ever hit the junkyard jackpot?
Image source: [Hemmings]