Exploring the old junk yard..

Brings back memories for me when I started driving. My 37 Buick was geared very low and I had a tendency to ruin the transmission quite often. My town had a junk yard similar to this one and the fellow that ran it keep 2or 3 transmissions on the shelf just for me. Cost each, I ruined three, $15 each.

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I really used to like walking through a junkyard and pull parts from a car that I may have been working on. A lot of fun and the smell of the oil, grease and fuel still lingers in my mind today. Back then, all junkyards in my area had a junkyard dog. Once in awhile, I would see a car that was in an accident that I knew who the owner was.
 

Oh, wow. Seeing that pic brought back memories. I was 16, and learning to drive. We had an automatic. I needed to practice on a standard. They was a junk yard down the road, I used to practice shifting in those old 40's style cars. Just seeing those old cars brings back the peculiar smell each on of them had.
Much later, like 911, I used to get parts from them. A green Chilton book, and a wrench, and you could fix anything. A buddy and I replaced the rear axle. It actually worked, and we only had about six nuts left over. No way you can do that today.
 
I really used to like walking through a junkyard and pull parts from a car that I may have been working on. A lot of fun and the smell of the oil, grease and fuel still lingers in my mind today. Back then, all junkyards in my area had a junkyard dog. Once in awhile, I would see a car that was in an accident that I knew who the owner was.
Back in the 60's my husband loved his trips to the junkyard, looking for parts for all the cars he was restoring. He never came home empty handed.
 

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