Junkyard

I wonder if there's a human equivalent to a junkyard. Maybe an organ transplant facility. That's probably dramatic. I spent some time in my local junkyard today. I was looking for a rear wiper motor for my trusty '03 Subaru Legacy. I found it within 1 minute of walking through the gates. You almost never want it to be that easy. You know what I mean? It takes the fun out of the experience. So I walked on to the other Subaru's farther back in the lot just to explore and see what else was hiding.

The other rule about scrounging in a yard is that you almost never come home with just the thing you set out to get.I'm always looking for cool badges or interior goodies. One time I even found an old cellphone that still worked. Today I found an '04 Forester with a mint interior. I grabbed the leather shift boot. Only $3!

After I couldn't find another wiper motor I decided to turn back to the Legacy in the front. The hatch turned out to be locked so I had to compete with the fuel tank and myriad of toddler toys for space. A few acrobatic stunts later and the motor was out. That meant I had plenty of time to look around for oddballs.

I'm not sure what the deal is with this particular junkyard. There always seems to be a Fiat 124/2000 Spider laying around. Today there were two parked next to each other, rotting. They were both rough and picked to bits. I know Fiat sold them for over a decade but it just seems peculiar that I can always find one there. I wonder if a Fiat collector lives in the area and picks them for parts then ditches the CARcass.

Anyways that was my little trip today. Moral of the story, instead of paying $80.00 for a new wiper motor, I found one good as new for $13 and learned something. Good deal, no?