A day in the life of a Junk Yard Junkie.

A friend of mine asked me last week if I would care to join her in a journey on Saturday. This journey consisted of going to a junk yard. I thought at first, how thrilling. (okay, maybe not so much) She was in search for a piece of plastic/roller liner that would serve as a cover/liner for her new ride. The original piece was missing from her vehicle, and to get a new one would be over $200.00. So, without any hesitation or reservations I simply replied “Sure, I will go with you.” I had nothing better to do besides the fact of sitting home alone on my duff and being bored.

Saturday rolls around, and I think to myself, what am I getting myself into? What has Lesley got in store for me? So, anyways, I get up in the a.m. and get myself ready for this junk yard bit. I think hum what should I wear? Should I wear normal clothes or dirty old scrubs so I don’t get myself full of crap out there? How dirty am I going to get? Are boots in order, so I don’t get full of mud, or can I survive wearing just normal sneakers? Decisions, decisions, decisions…. After a long debate with myself, I decided on jeans and sneakers. (Will this be a wise decision in the end)

2:00 p.m. rolls around, and Lesley pulls up in her ride, and were off and running to the junk yard. We pull in, and she asks, “Where can I find a part for this kind of car?” Is there anything comparable to it, and if so, where do we start to look. Of course, the guy standing outside is of no help, so the 2 of us were off on our scavenger hunt. We enter the massive dirty, grungy, and smelly joint. We enter through the back, and trample through miles of long dirty, icy, muddy and piles of old torn apart vehicles.

We approach Isle #1. As we try to sneak around the back of the cars to get a better look at them, were trampling through muddy, icy, and full of useless vehicles. No such luck with Isle #1, so the determined old gals that we are, were onto the next section.

Isle #2, just as bad a #1, and still nothing. Now, that our shoes are completely muddy and filthy, we take a short rest and say, why in the world didn’t we come better equipped for this?? Why didn’t you tell me to wear boots Les?? Oh well, you probably didn’t tell me because you knew I wouldn’t mind getting a little down and dirty with the mud on this adventure. Besides, a little mud never hurt anyone.

We stop and look around at the rest of the isles and think to ourselves is this a waste of time, or are we really going to find something out here that will work. Just as we think the end is nearing, we decide to go for one more isle, which is lucky isle#3.

Isle # 3, a muddy mess, but yet we find something in a car that is a workable piece. We hold onto it, and continue to search for something better. We come upon car number 2, could this be the piece? Could we have just struck gold?? We find something bigger and better. However, were still not sure it will be right.

So, onwards and upwards we go to the exit. Grasping both pieces tightly, and trying to keep both from hitting the mud. Successfully we make it out to the car, and check to see if these pieces will even work.

With much contemplating over it for a while we check to see if and how we can try to figure out a way to jimmy rig these pieces, to make them work, so we can have a valid reason for making it worth our wild, for coming out to this joint.

The imaginative Les pulls together her ingenious ways to come up with a solution that maybe will work. Of course, she says, and has a final diagnosis that will work for one of the pieces that was found.

We go back into purchase the piece that was selected, and the grand total came to $10.00. Who knew that you could find a piece to work out of a junk yard that would save you $190.00. What a deal! GOO LES!!!

All in all, it was worth getting a little muddy, and I was glad to be a part of the fun, yet experiencing adventure.