Michael Satterfield
by Michael Satterfield – 05/07/2014
Once each of these cars was a dream car, someone saved up, signed on the dotted line and took home each of these cars. At some point, they crashed, broke down, or just ended up abandoned. Here is their final resting place before being recycled into a new car, lawnmower, or whatever, people pick them apart to keep their own car running. There is a strange culture at the yard, the “yard guys” that eke out a living work at the yard most days hoping something rare will pop up, or offering their services in pulling parts. It is as a good friend of mine described it as “like walking into Mos Eisley”.
