Junkyards, or ‘Wreckers’ if your from Australia, have been around since before anyone ever keyed that title. Piles and piles of scrap fill a vast region of our lustrous land. And by lustrous, I mean ruts and mudholes, gravel and sand, red dirt, brown dirt, and whatever other piece of land or nature that can be found lying or dug up. These materials pave the way down every tight lane of door-to-door cars. From Chevy to Cadillac, or Ford to Ferrari, the slew of cars are innumerable.
Many of ‘yards’ have saved the blue collar working man much of his hard-earned green. Over the years junkyards have been home to many of a person’s, “Can’t find anywhere.” Because cars break, and people buy new, much of today’s older vehicles, and their parts, sit until they are pulled for that satisfied customer. Supply and Demand depends much upon cars coming on and off the road, of course. It is not a surprise that the ‘here today, gone tomorrow’ slogan is well suited for a junkyard. With parts being pulled and shipped all over the world, and the newest innovations in technology, the junking industry is quite literally in the palm of your hand.
Cash for Cars has become a way for junkyards to increase inventory and ultimately have the ability to supply parts from all makes and models. Pay scrap prices and sell the parts. Free-Market Capitalism at it’s finest. But this process also allows customers to get a quality product for less than the manufacturer. Which reverts me back to the blue-collar man and his green. The pick-a-part father could walk through the door, ask for the part, and go pull it himself for less than any other retail competitor. How do they acquire these cars, you ask? For example:”Grandpa hoarded these cars for years, and we just don’t have the space for them anymore,” seems to be a parroted phrase if you’re on the business end of the phone. Most cars are purchased with prices contingent on how well scrap is doing at the time. Unless you’re in Dubai where you can find many exotics sitting, sand covered, until their heartbreaking demise.
The business end of things can be something of a tedious profession. Many times you see yards passed from generation to generation through a lineage of car buffs and mechanics. Sometimes you see the entrepreneur with a passion for cars and mind for business. But almost always you see this one thing in common: It’s in their blood. ‘Wheeling and Dealing’ is just in their nature. It’s something their born with. From the old man that comes in drinking his coffee every morning, to the young mother who needs a rim and tire, a cast of characters is a certainty. And you must be able to relate on a whim. Prices change daily in this industry, so a mind for negotiation is a must need. Also, a little backbone would help. Sometimes you deal with the worst and you deal with the best. But one thing is for certain, that old man sitting behind the desk, (who you don’t know his name, because everyone has called him by his nickname for seventy years,) he’d be the first to give you the shirt off of his back.
Rainy days fill the mud holes, and snow covers the cars in the winter, yet people from far and wide come to see the merchandise. Parts-Pullers still pull parts and Hardline Pullers pull engines and trannies, even in poor weather conditions. Work goes on. The smell of gasoline and oil permeates through the acerage, and the sounds of catalytic converters being torched is music to the ears. Yards come and go, cars rust and deteriorate, but the eternal gratification of a family sedan used for creating memories triumphantly rings through the crush pile.