Junkyard Tales Got one?

Back in the late sixty's.My buds and I had a 50 dodge frame and running gear.with a seat and gas tank that we ran along the railroad tracks,and woods.We got parts to keep it running from a guy [Dom] that had about 40 cars in his back field.One day we got that frame stuck so bad the 5 of us couldn't get it out.Somebody came up with the ideal to borrow Dom's old case tractor,to tow it out.Well dom was a pretty good guy but that old case was his baby.Well after much begging,he said we could use it but don't hurt it.Now Stan was going to auto tech school so he was in charge,and as a responsible young man he checked the oil and found it needed a Quart,so Dom gives him the oil and Stan pours it in,Dom had the tractor parked on a hill {dead battery} so Stan gets up on it and rolls down the hill to pop start it.When it started,there was a small blast and then the largest smoke cloud you ever saw .The tractor was a twin cylinder,and every time it fired another huge cloud of smoke would come out.poor Stan was engulfed by this cloud of smoke and he was coughing and gaging,but he couldn't get off as he was still on the hill and could not see to drive it to a flat spot.All this time old Dom is having the big one,did I say he was a little Italian guy? {he had a temper}.After what seemed like hours the smoke cleared,Dom calmed down,and the tractor was still running.Come to find out our auto tech {Stan} had dumped the oil down the air cleaner,It would have been funny,If we where not thinking Dom was going to kill us.In the end it worked out,we used the tractor and got our field car unstuck.I can still see the look on Dom's face when Stan popped that clutch.

 

Man ya cant leave us hanging like that

 

Alright Bro. here ya go,........

<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDo***ent> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <woNotOptimizeForBrowser/> </w:WordDo***ent> </xml><![endif]--> It was back in the 80&#8217;s , I had a 1984 Tempo that had a sensor that went bad under the dash. When I called the parts store they told me they were only available from the dealer. But when I called the dealer I was shocked how much it cost, so I called my old buddy Jessie from J&D auto parts,&#8230; He didn&#8217;t have a Tempo but the place next door &#8220;S**** Busters&#8221; just pulled a wrecked one in.

I call S**** Busters and they told me I could pull it myself, but nobody wanted to mess with the car because a couple people got killed in it, and it was a mess. I needed the part and they told me a really great price, so off I went with the tools I needed (Just pulled the old one off our car so I was up to speed on what I needed to do, and what tools I needed).

I get there and they point it out, and it was a mess,&#8230;. Smacked really bad, blown out gl***, only 2 tires touching the ground. And the gray seats were mostly dark brown from blood stains&#8230;&#8230;. I get the drivers door open and this thing smells like rotten blood and meat. Steering wheel deformed and gauge panel smashed. I had seen worse in my life but not on US soil,&#8230;. So I just dive in under the dash and go to work, ignoring what is surrounding me, and the thought of people dieing in this rig.

As I am under the dash in the drivers foot well, **** is falling on my face and down my neck,&#8230;. Something large falls down the neck of my polo shirt that is uncomfortable, but I am already laying there and the job is almost done,&#8230; so I keep going.

As I retrieve the sensor I needed, I crawled out of the car and stand up,&#8230;. Grab my tools and head into the office. As I walk up to the counter and hand them the money and am brushing the **** that fell on me off,. I can still fill the chunk of something stuck at my belt line As I am standing there I pull out my shirt in the back and it falls into my hand.

At first glance it looked like a piece of beef jerky,&#8230;. Until I seen the chunk of bone and some teeth&#8230;&#8230;&#8230; I flipped it on the counter and the guys were freaking out. Now, I had seen worse in my past,&#8230;. Much worse. But I have to admit back home here I didn&#8217;t expect that. It didn&#8217;t freak me out. But I never forgot it.

 

Oh man! shoulda got a discount for working with an unknown ***istant

 

1980's. Headed to the East Side of Palo Alto Ca - known widely as EPA. There was a strip of bars and dollar shops just before the stop light known as Wiskey Gulch. I'm minding my own businsess headed to the junk yards and I hear... " Hey white boy - what you doing in a black truck MF." Now mind you - I'm 16 and maybe 165 wet and 6 rather big dudes are headed my way and all the windows are down and I am at a red light with a Cop on my back bumper. I ran the red light - and the cop pulled me over about a mile doen the road and he told me - "good choice kid" Truth. -D

 

A friend once found a stick of TNT in a trunk at the local pick your part. He lit it. Needless to say, he left in a hurry as to avoid the police.

 

sometime in the early eighties i went to a junkyard not far from our house with my dad. i was about 7 or 8 then i guess. we went to get something for my moms car, a 77 t-bird, i dont remember what. probably a front end part as thats what i remember him working on. my dad drove a 64 fairlane. 289 with a 4 speed. it was his daily ride he had since new in 64 (still has). anyhow we wander through the big gate into the yard after he tells the guy what we're there for. we find a t-bird on top of another car bout halfway into the yard. dad starts workin on the car and i'm watchin. a goat wanders over. i'm like, hey check it out, a goat! then the damn thing bops me with his head! my dad yells at it and tells him to git. haha. well mr goat decides to start har***ing dad. hitting him harder and harder. my dad turns to me and says "ok, when i tell you to, run to the car as fast as you can. but dont run in a straight line. zig zag some ok? ok! go! pow! im off like a rocket and you couldnt stretch a string straighter than i ran! haha! i jump in the car outside and i wait... and wait... and wait... then i come to the realization that a goat ate my dad. i start to contemplate driving the fairlane home. i figured i could, id been watching him drive it. then i thought about how i was gonna break the news to mom that dad was ate by a goat. haha! then he came out. he told me a man had come out of the shop and ran the goat off. just a few months ago at christmas, i swear we were talking about this story. he told me after i took off he hit the goat in the head with a hammer! hahahaaa! he said it stumbled around a bit then wandered off!!! i've got alot of good hangin out with dad stories.

 

Well not my personal story, but one of a friend and it always makes me laugh when he tells it.. Not sure when it took place, but before my time thats for sure.

Theres a local junkyard in the next town over that an older guy owns. The former owner of the junkyard lives right across the street (he sold it to the current owner decades ago). He was working on an old bomber one night with another guy, when they discovered that they needed to replace the transmission in the car. The helper figured they were done working for the night and gets ready to leave when the owner asks him "Where are you headed??"
"Home for the night... We can't get a transmission tonight..."
"Well sure we can... We'll just go across the street and get one out of the junkyard"
"But the yards closed for the night..."
"Thats alright, I like shopping at this time of night better anyways... Alot cheaper that way"
"But what about his yard dog??"
"Ya, that dogs a real menace... Only thing is he used to be my dog!"

So over they went, jacked up the car, pulled the good ******, and stuffed the junk one back in it....

 

After an hour drive across town to the U-Pull-It and a half hour search for the perfect truck to pull it from, my dad and I start pulling the truck apart when it hit me. That sudden uncontrollable urge to take a ****. The kind that hurts. I told my dad about it and said we gotta go. NOW! He says: "Just hold it, you can use the porta-john on the way out." He was under the truck and I was under the hood and after what seemed like an eternity (probably less than two minutes), I told him I was going to make a run for the office. I took two steps and realized I wasn't going to make it. I opened up the back of a windowless van parked next to the truck we were working on, climbed inside and did my business on the floor. When I stepped out of the van, my dad was waiting for me with a pissed off look on his face like I had done something wrong (who hasn't **** in a van before?). He looked at me, looked at the mess I made (it wasn't pretty), told me not to tell the guys up front, and laughed the whole way home. It's almost 20 years later and I still haven't heard the end of it.

 

^^^ I like that one 1162

 

It was more fun when you had to watch out for the hogs in the back lot,I think the bull died and its just the cows now.

 

1975 my best friend and myself were sent out to wyoming to get a floor from a yard run by a female who happened to have the warmest ***iest voice you had ever heard by his father to get a floor for a 37 lincold zephyr convert he was doing.The gal seemed to be short on water or cleanup time or both but very nice.
She got her truck with a tall boom and warned us to stay clear of car till snakes would crawl away, when she lifted it up alot of small rattlers crawled away.She did not even get excited.
That evening we called his dad [pre cell phone] from motel.His dad who was sinlge asked Terry about this gal and Terry told his dad she was as pretty as her voice would lead you to believe.
Harold got in his car and drove 950 miles that night and half the next day to go meet her as we headed to Colorado to bring the floor down to Texas Creek to coach shop.
Several days later when we got to another stop over to get a Jordan ******* I called his dad to see how things were going and he said that he was pretty upset with his kid about the looks of the gal.
I asked him why i could not get ahold of him at home in Willmar and he said well she might not have looked good,but he stayed at her place 3 days before heading home.
michaelangelo took the clay and turned into art,Harold said they turned the lights out and she sounded and seemed just like the voice on the telephone.

 

My buddy Joe and I were walking along a dirt road that connected two parts of a yard in Colchester,CT. This guy is about 6'2", about 250 or so and at the time looked like he would be more at home on the back of a Harley (long hair, muscle shirt, bulging biceps, beard, wallet on a chain,etc.) and getting into bar fights than hanging out with a clean cut guy like me. Anyway, we are walking along, shooting the **** and enjoying the sun when all of a sudden I hear this rustling sound to our left, near the fence line. I look down and see the biggest black snake that I have ever laid eyes on uncoiling and heading for the fence. Not being a big fan of snakes, I take off down the dirt road like my hair is on fire. At the end of my hundred yard dash, I stop and try to catch my breath.... Then I realize what I just did in front of my buddy. I figure I will never live this display of fear down, but I might as well face the music and hopefully get it over with. As I turn back to look at my buddy, I realize something is blocking my view. When my eyes focus, I realize that Joe is standing right next to me, looking back as well! He stands there gasping for air for a minute, then turns to me and says, "Did you see the size of that son of a *****?!!!!" We stood there for a minute looking at each other and then busted out laughing when we realized that stupid snake had scared the **** out of both of us!

 

Used to throw my daughter in old one ton flat bed when she was one and we take off and hit as many yards we could that day looking for parts that could been used or resold to some one who needed them. Done that for manys years so we got to see lots of yards. The cool thing about it is she has the love for hot rods and checking out yards with her husband now. p*** on the life take your kids and it will live on have two grandsons now and as some as they get old enough will been loading them up in the 3500 and heading to what yards are left.

 

Me and my friends were broke high school kids, a couple of us snuck into a salvage yard after hours looking for nothing inparticular; just killing time. We hadn't been in there very long when we started hearing a whirlling noise, it only took a few of those before a hole suddenly appeared in a car near us. I still don't know how we climbed the wall of cars so fast to get out. That has been 26 years ago and I still haven't been back.