Another pain in the A*# junkyard owner!!!

wow, what an old thread.

I've actually heard of the yard the original poster is talking about. All through word of mouth. Everything that I have heard from others is dead nuts on with what happened in the original post. Do not go there during hay season! I do not know if the yards still there OR if the guy is still alive, but i'd like to find out.

I got a yard locally i like to visit, even if its just to shoot the **** with the owner. If he doesn't like you, forget it. You're not getting your parts at any price. If you get on his good side, don't expect to be in and out of there anytime less than an hour. He'll walk you right out to your truck, then lean on the box sides and continue the conversation. To bad he willed all his stuff to his kid, haha. Still some good pickin's

 

Last yard I was at was empty. the only 30's Ford there was clapped out and he wanted 8 grand for it. He had also crushed all of the novas. There were a few 50's cars but after the price I heard on the Ford I didnt even ask. Gen 2 Firebirds and Camaro's were ripe for the picking though.

 

Blue One,

I am 20 and I agree 100%! 90% of my generation are a bunch of white gangster wannabe, video game playing, ain't worked a day in their life, couch sitting, world owes them a living, worthless pieces of oxygen wasting humanoids. I'm only actually partially imp***ioned about this because my younger brother is a picture perfect representative of these thugs.
I can't imagine we have to worry too much about them on the HAMB though, I don't think they would have any interest in the patience required to piece together a work of historical art as you would find here.
Why am I different? I didn't grow up with them. I wasn't 'cool' enough to hang with this crowd in school. While they were having their silly video game get-togethers and what not, I was helping my dad redo his (o/t) 69 Buick Gran Sport. On Mondays, where they were sleeping off their weekend of doing nothing special, I was 40 miles away at the Monday Night DQ Cruise In. I was helping my parents land lord drop a 454 in his (o/t) 67 Chevelle. While they spent their summers in the cool A/C of their homes, I was up on top a 1964 Evinrude runabout, 103 degree summer sun beating down, trying to start an ancient 300ci buick at the marina I worked at.
The difference is, I will watch every one of my closest friends die before I am even middle aged. It's already started.
I hate my generation. Is it a HUGE generalization to say they are all bad? Well yeah, I'm not the only one who made it to 20, with patience, understanding,respect, and work ethic.
I wouldn't change a thing, though. I would hate to have not met Bob, Retired Navy mechanic, worked at the very first ford dealership in the county I live in, went to work on johnson/evinrude outboards for 30 years now, still has many of the original ford tools from that dealership, owned his own marina for awhile. He bought a (o/t) Honda Gold Wing the first year they came out, he still drives it cross country. Used to do that with his best bud Ted, we lost him two years ago now. He always stopped by at Miller's Marine on our 10am break. He had a beautiful 63 el camino. I wonder if his son sold it when he p***ed? Bob and I go to the Badger Steam and Gas show every year now, probably the only chance I get to make time and see him.
Dennis worked for GM for 30 years before retiring to a quiet piece of country side, but this guys nearly as much of a hellion as he was in his youth. He loves the grateful dead, and he thinks my wagons the coolest thing. He lives each day to the fullest. He's my DQ cruize night buddy, who I met through Art.
Art was my parents land lord from 1993 until 2004. In that time he owned at least 12 different collector cars. A couple hot rods, and old ford truck, the chevelle I mentioned earlier, had this neat old grand prix for awhile there. My dad worked for him when he had the dairy equipment business, then he went in to trailors. I worked for him for 4 summers at the trailer business. Went clear to indiana and texas for trailers with him. He also helped me bring home both my wagon, and my parts wagon. The economy went to hell, and now he works for someone other than himself, and he has to punch a clock at the foundry now.
Combine them all and you get my dad. I wouldn't give two ****s about anything without him. Because of him I can play guitar, because of him I have a small collection of WWII Military Surplus guns. Because of him, I am me.
The names and cars go on and on. Hope no one gets annoyed with my little nostalgia trip there. It's just, as I grow, and my life changes, I always look back to where I've been.
The reason these kids are the way they are, is because they didn't have these guys. They didn't have my dad. It's all in the way they were brought up. Mothers doted on them, society said don't hit them, society said 'they are the future'. Now the futures mostly screwed because they won't even want to wipe themselves.

On topic with this thread, Theres a place kind of like that where the guys comes across as a hard ***. HUGE lot, with TONS of awesome cars. But with this guy, by the time I was leaving, he didn't want me leaving with out something!

Cheers!
Falcon_rod

 

Sounds like you have your head on straight Rod and will have a productive life. Unlike the rest you describe that want it all handed to them.

If they are the future, what will that future look like ?

 

My daughter, now 25, had a *few* boyfriends over the years. Many walked past me, shoveling New England snow, on their way into the warm house to sit on the couch, eat, watch TV, eat, drink our soda, eat, and lord knows what else. One of them, one time, grabbed a shovel near the beginning of the walk, and threw 1 or 2 shovelfullls of snow off the walk as they promenaded to the house. Only one had automotive interests much beyond buying a model with an aero kit, or at most installing a low tech intake kit.

As a young man I shoveled snow whenever I was visiting or picking up one of my few girlfriends. My motivation was not 100% honorable, but still.