The Lost Junkyard

My appreciation of junkyards developed the same for me as for many others: out of necessity.  Out of being young and trying hard to keep an aging car running - and able to pass inspection.  In those days, to part with four or five hundred dollars at the service station was akin to losing my life savings.  So I learned thru trial and error how to keep my car alive and healthy.  This was back in the late 1980s and early '90s, and the car I drove in those days dated back to the 1960s.  Cars were simpler back then so it was possible to learn to fix your own car, but when I look under the hood of modern cars it's like examining alien spacecraft.  Still, I guess today's jalopy-driving teenagers will have to figure it out themselves much the way those of us did then.

Anyway, I learned to love junkyards then, but it has been years since I've casually strolled among them.  I drove past this junkyard hundreds of times before I even knew it was there.  When I finally stopped to explore it I was astounded to see a scrapyard frozen in time.  Its years of operation seem to cover the 1940s thru 1970s, and then it stopped.  Even during my junkyard hopping teenage years I have never seen one quite like this.  In addition to this photo set, I also made a short video.  Enjoy!

The Lost Junkyard
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Irene Parliment03/04/2013
It is so good to see that someone else has the passion for the old cars of days gone by. I have walked many junkyards with my sons looking for parts to restore and maintain our vehicles. A 1966 Chevy Chevelle should not be disgarded even if his wife hates it