A junkyard is a wonderful thing. It is a natural extension of a process that began in a showroom somewhere -- the waxed gleam in someone's eye -- and that followed through to its natural conclusion. Plainly put, it's hard for us to trust a car guy (or gal) whose pulse doesn't quicken just a bit walking through a good old-fashioned "you pick it" junkyard. Part of it is the stories each hulk contains -- the history of times past and maybe, just maybe, the promise of life again in the future. It's the thrill of the parts hunt, or just a tour of one big combination museum/amusement park. Give us a Spring or Fall day and free run of a big rural junkyard and... well, we're like kids at the zoo. We'll be running a big trove of this vintage tin from Minnesota, Wisconsin, and other points in the Upper Midwest just to test what kind of stuff you are made of.

Keep an eye on this spot in the months to come, as we haul in tons of Midwestern metal. NO CRUSH OUT!