On Sep 30, 2:23 pm, wrote:
On Sep 30, 1:34 pm, "Robert M. Gary" wrote:

On Sep 30, 9:40 am, wrote:

http://www.boatrecycling.com/

Cool, this one is not far from me. I guess I wasn't searching for the
right stuff in Google.

-robert

Glad to help!

Ya know, junk yards used to be great cultural experiences, ther'd be a
bunch guys with no teeth and tatoos on their knuckles like they'd been
in prison. You'd go out in the yard covered with kudzu engulfing the
cars wiping the sweat off while you searched for that '56 for F100
thats s'posed to be here somewhere. Along the way, you'd find all
sorts of other cool stuff. All sorts of vehicle fluids dripping a
toxic goo into the ground water, a wonderful place.
Went to a junkyard with my neighbor recently. They charged admission
like it was a damn theme park, a buck a head to see the wrecks. They
were actually organized in rows, each one propped up on old rims offa
the ground for access, DANG. They had an impermeable membrane
covering the whole place so the crud would never touch the ground. It
just wasnt fun like it used o be.
In an old style yard, I was looking for brake drums for my '56 F100
and was told that there's a buncha rims in that old Chevy truk out
yonder. Sure enough, it was fileld with em so much that the old
trucks frame had collapsed under the weight. Even the cab was filled
with em. I stuck my head in the cab window sorting through em
comparing to my bad one, forgot about yellow jackets making nests in
places like that. Suddenly, the damn things are covering me so I go
running like hell. Abouit the time I out ran the yellow jackets,
ROWR bark, bark, growl THE DAMNED JUNKYARD DOG IS CHASING ME. I
barely managed to get out the fence ahead of him with the toothless
rednecks running the place laughing themselves silly.