Place in Germantown Ohio called Stark's. This would've been circa early 2000's. They were known to have a lot of 70's and earlier cars at the time. I had my green Buick and my buddy had a 70 Nova he was working on, so we went out one Saturday looking for some odds and ends. These were some crazy old hillbillies that owned the place, their house was in the middle on the property surrounded by all these junk cars. We stopped at the barn where the "office" was, chatted for a minute and they told us where to look. As we're walking out one of them shouts "oh, and watch out for the cows. They're mean sumb*tches". We just chuckled and went on our way. This place was a treasure trove of old stuff, really the coolest yard I've ever been in. So we find a skylark (dont remember the year, 70-72 body style) and start crawling all over it. I'm underneath trying to look in the engine compartment because the hood was chained shut and all of a sudden we hear MMMMOOOOOO. Here comes about a half dozen cows trotting directly towards us and they're acting awfully funny. We end up jumping on the cab of a nearby truck, and these stupid cows are bumping the truck and making all sorts of racket circling us. We're up there for about 30 minutes when a dude on a tractor comes down the aisle and sees us. He gets out laughing, walks up to a cow, whistles and slaps the thing on the butt about as hard as he can. They all take off down the aisle. We gathered our stuff, paid for a few little things, and left. We laughed for years about the junkyard attack cows.
Back in my wild days got stopped with no drivers license They impounded my Riv was probably around early 89. There was a loaded pipe on the floor boards. bag of weed in the console and some cash. I saw the cop search the car and when he found the coke and guns they stopped looking.. While sitting in the back of the squad car watching my Buick being dragged down the road on a hook. Cop looked back and said something to the effect" you'll never see that car again" Got out on bond a few days later and a week after that I get a call. House phone, remember.... it was 1989. Pagers were the big thing then.. The impound lot saying if I didnt show up to get this car in the next 24 hours it was going to the crusher.. I was there in less than 1. My pipes, weed and cash were still right where I left it. Sat in the car and fired up that bowl right there in the yard. A week after that Sherriff's dept impound property office called and said I could come get my guns... Thinking Wow. As for the junk yard.. Nothing special. Found some cool tools. lost a few too.. amazing how hard it is to find a hammer or screw driver in a sea of old hulks after ya climbed though several dozen.
Steve, did I ever tell you, you are a nut! I definitely can agree on the part about found some tools and lost some tools. One makes you real happy and the other makes you sad. Sure am glad you got your car back, and got the party package with it.
Brings back memories, when I went to UMass two buddies and I went to the junkyard and got a rear bench seat out of an early 80s fullsize Bronco for one of the buddies apartment. Same junkyard with a different buddy, we found a bag of weed in the dash of a Plymouth. I had visions of the cops watching the car through a pair of binoculars from a quarter mile away from somewhere hidden, so we left it there. I don't touch the stuff.
I could tell a million stories on just one yard. It was owned by a very good friend. I had complete run of the place, just drove right in. Anything I found in cars was fair game. Any parts I wanted I paid for. Brought home a brand new set of Nortaki china for the wife one day. I could go on, but..... My favorite story happened when I went to Canada for a friends wedding. We got into town on Friday night. Wedding was Saturday evening. My buddy met us at the hotel with beer and we visited for a while. When he was leaving he told me to be in the lobby at 8AM. 8Am comes along and he pulls in with a few other friends and we head off to the junk yard. Guess you could call it a bachelor party. I did score a nailhead Qjet intake and carb. BTW my friend is a member here on the board.
Got a hood of a 69 GS 350 that had just come in for $ 200 . Was feeling kinda hungry, looked inside and there was an untouched bag of groceries on the seat. Guess it was towed into the yard straight from the accident. Looked around and thought what the heck . The rats will just get this. Helped myself. The Lord will provide.
Not quite a junkyard story but the guy next to me thought it was. In the mid 80s I went to the Puyallup swap meet South of Seattle looking for parts. There were cars for sale too. I was looking at a 50,000 mile original paint B5 blue Hemi Cuda survivor for $7000 . A guy came up next to me and asked the owner sitting on his lawn chair " Hey buddy ! How much for your hood ? " The owner didn't say a word but looked like he could have blown the guys head off with a shotgun.
Early 1990's on a Saturday we went to a junkyard in North Dakota. Great place, lots of 60's stuff, exactly what we were looking for. They closed at noon on Saturdays but when we checked in around 11 AM they said not to worry, "Shorty" would be there all afternoon. Around 3:00 PM we went to the front to ask prices on a few items we had removed and put in our truck box. Well what do you know..........the place was locked up solid including the gate on the road! We were trapped.... nobody around. Shorty had forgotten we were back there. After much walking around we managed to find a way we could get out of the yard but now what? We are from Canada, we're in the US and we can't take the parts home because we have no invoice for the boys at Customs on the way back to Canada. Thankfully it was a small town and after a lot of asking questions of people around town we managed to find the yard owners, paid them for the parts and got a receipt for Canadian Customs so we could take our parts back home!
I was 17 in 1980 and always looking for fast parts at all the junkyards with friends. Anyway we were at a place call Speedway Auto Salvage in KC, looking for aluminum intakes and there were 2 Superbirds sitting there , 1 Orange, 1 Blue, I knew what a Rare car they were but not quite smart enough to know whether they had Hemis in them or not but it didn’t matter really. I asked the guy how much he wanted for them, he said $7000, well it might as well have been $7 million, I didn’t have the means but it would have been the smartest move I ever made if I had pursued them and done what it took to get them, but I didn’t.
There sure are good ones! Shawn, LOL! This one story is king Reminds me of a junk yard in Newton MA. A older man and his son ran it and their house was in the mix of it. The son reminded me of Curly from the stooges. Not a knock on him as his hair was really thinning and he kept his hair on the sides really long and it was curly so it stuck out straight at the sides. They were good people though.. The son seemed to always been stressed out and my guess is it was because it wasn't a big yard and was in a city known for money and high taxes and probably neighbors petitioning to have him shut down as it was in a prime location?? I'm sure if you had food and water you could of stayed all night The crazy days So for years people had to jump over the front seat to get in the back?
Around ten years ago I was at the local UUUPULITT looking for a set of S10 ZR2 front brakes for my 86 TType. Guy rolls in with something on a trailer and I ask the guy, what are they giving you for it? He says $100. I could tell it was an early A Body, but the dog house was missing. But the interior was full of parts. I asked about a title amd the guy shows me a 1979 issued Florida title. Without knowing what it was I told the guy I would give him $500 to drag it to my shop five miles up the road. He agreed. Now, most of the pics of the car are being held hostage by Botofukit. But I found one from 2012 Car turned out to be a real 1965 442. 4V on the trim tag, and original engine in trunk. Matching numbers on a 65 442? Yeah, the POP along most original paperwork was in the glovebox. And a post car. Only things missing was the carb and the hood. everything else was there. Don't mind the S10 wheels, she wears a set of original R 14s with dog dishes now.
Grew up in that area. Where was that Newton yard? North side somewhere? Moved away 27 years ago. Could not comprehend trying to eke out an existence there today - due to gentrification / yuppification and run up of real estate. Anyhow - remember a yard in Needham MA there were A bodies piled up like cordwood in the early - mid eighties. And the yards in downtown Framingham. Tried to buy a brown ‘70 Malibu coupe from the Needham yard, they said no, probably someone there had already secured it for himself.
I haven't been to that area in years! I'm pretty certain it was Newton. Coming from Brookline I remember passing a Olds dealer named Bericheck?? Olds. The show room was always filled with white cars and they had always a 442 or some other olds classic in white. Really pretty show room.
Guessing if there was a junkyard in Newton (past tense) it would have been in the north side, perhaps between Watertown St. and the Charles River. Know the Needham yard was gone by the late eighties, it was in a residential area. The dealerships I recall were Clay Chevrolet in Newton Corner, and the ads for Ernie Boch. “Come On Down”.
