On Sep 30, 11:29*pm, wrote:
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.

Yeah, same here in Atlanta, they have U-Pull-It places. Hell, where I
grew up, I knew the people and would go there and get my own stuff.
Like you say, the ground was always black, the place smelled like old
oil, you'd go there on a Saturday morning and have some fun with the
other locals while getting the stuff you needed!