I haven't had anything interesting enough to blog about, so I visited a wasteland to make my life a little more intriguing. Okay, that isn't true, but I did visit a toxic wasteland. Why, you may ask. Well...
It all started with this car. You see, I have been buying and selling cars through my brother who is a partner at a car dealership. It has been a great way to make extra cash. Anyway, I bought this car, which needed new door handles. I thought, "Why should I spend a load of money on these parts when I can just go to a junk yard and get the same thing for cheap?"
So I end up here. Not quite what I expected. They have you bring your own tools and strip whatever parts you want for practically nothing...but there is another price to pay. More about that later. First, let me show you some of the interesting things I saw at the junk yard.
Granola bars. There was a half-eaten one, but I wasn't in a spot where I could get a picture of it. (Anyone hungry?)
Clothes. Including that nice pair of boxer shorts you see there. If you look at the top center of the picture, you will see a half drunk bottle of Gatorade.
Medications. Anyone have a stuffy nose? I can rub this generic Vicks on you. I'm sure it's fine.
Okay. Now let me talk about the price I had to pay to get parts cheap. First off, I needed that door handle up there (where you see the red arrow). Yep, that one from the top car that is teetering dangerously atop of the car below it. I had to climb the mountain of cars to get what I needed. (My wife is going to so kill me when she reads this.)
The second door handle was on the black car buried under this pile (see the red arrow). I had to climb over and under broken cars to get to what I needed.
Once I got there, I had to squeeze into this small space, and work in VERY cramped quarters.
By the time I was done my hands were a little bloody. I thought, "This is soooo not worth it. I would rather pay 700% more."
I then heard about junk yards like this one that have the cars lined up in neat rows and not piled on top of each other like the last place, but it still was not worth it. I guess this was a lesson learned and an adventure. I'm never doing it again, though.