I went to a junkyard yesterday. It's all the way out by the speedway. A decade ago, there were half a dozen, now there's only one, surrounded by dirt and racetrack. In a year, this place will likely be gone as well, which is a real shame. There aren't many junkyards with classic cars anymore. Maybe I'm weird, but I love junkyards. I love old cars. I don't care how raped or destroyed the rusting hulks are, I feel a huge tingle of excitement when I see the amount of design and steel that went into making these things.