I always complain when Paul drags me to a junkyard. But part of me enjoys it, if only for a few minutes (until I get hot).
I think it’s cool how they stack the cars up, they look like they will topple over but they dont’.
I know it’s morbid, but I look for gore, when people get in car accidents they bleed, and they loose arms and fingers. I think it would be neat to find a finger.
but I never find anything gory. Just dirty junk.
and lots of tires.
and cute junkyard cats.