Tag Archives: Junk

One Mans Junk

I woke up at 5:15 this morning.

Not because of an alarm.

Not because I was excited about today.

Nope. It was back pain. Sciatica. Intense horrible pain.

Anyway, I got up and made the coffee, stretched a little and got ready for work. Not much to do for except suffer through it and wait for whatever I’ve tweaked to get better.

Getting old ain’t comfortable. But it beats the alternative.


On the way to work I’m keeping an eye out for the right junked Ranger. I’m driving past a car lot that’s going out of business and he has seats, consoles, dashboards and all kinds of other stuff piled outside for different cars. I stopped to take a look because you never know.

No one is there so I decided I’ll stop back by on the way home.


Work was uneventful, one of those days I like so much. Low drama, everyone working. Knocking it out.

I got to hang with Kevin and Riv a bit which is always a treat. We work and cut up and it makes for good days.


I stopped by the place I mentioned and the owner was there. I asked about the possibility of any Ranger parts but that was a negative. He waited around to see if I could possibly use any of the other parts he had. Sadly, no. I didn’t see anything I could mod for the applications I want.

And then he told me about Kenny. β€œIf you go down 102 and cross the three bridges and take the road at the top of…”.

Well, you can’t beat country directions. And I found Mr. Kenny easily.

Do you see what I see? Ain’t she purdy? With a lot of elbow grease and love she could be a jewel.

Unfortunately, Mr. Kenny had only square bodies. Older than what I need. But he started talking junkyards and car guys with me and gave me a lead on another spot. A friend of his.

So off I go on another country direction adventure after filling up my tank (you never know).

As luck would have it this is sorta on my way home with a minor detour.

And then I meet Tim.

And Tim has a goldmine in his back yard.

You may see junked cars. I see possibilities.

I walked in an introduced myself and we talked and shortly he gave me the run of the yard.

This is my kind of place. You go out, find what you need, and pay the man after the haggle. If there’s a haggle. Kenny says Tim is a fair price kinda guy.

I’ll find out next week. I didn’t have the cash with me today and he was getting ready to leave in the morning with his family for a vacation weekend. And that’s cool. I wish I’d known or I wouldn’t have held him up at all.

I probably spent an hour out in the yard and I was lucky. I found several pieces that I can use. I’ll be back next Wednesday.

The time out in the heat with the sun on my back seems to have had a therapeutic effect, that and the stretching in and out of junked cars probably helped as well.

I’m a little stoked about my new gold mine. I love a good junkyard. There’s nothing like it if you love cars or trucks and working on them.

Today was long. Today was good. I profited.

I made three new contacts that may become friends but at the least are friendly.

That’s always a good thing.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

#Knife or One Man’s Junk

I love knives. Period.

I love knives like some guys love guns. Or cars.

I’ll go into junk shops and look for something special and it’s always there. A $5 dollar box of junk knives.

Knives that need to be fixed, sharpened, cleaned, rebuilt in one way or another. Or maybe there’s one in there that I can use to fix another knife from another junk box.

I just sharpened the blade on this one I’ve let sit up on a shelf for too long.

It’s a neat little knife to be so small. An obvious takeoff on a Swiss Army knife.

I don’t know who made it. All I know from the blade is that it’s of Chinese origin.

It’s a sturdy little knife. Good to just slip in my pocket for work. And it comes in handy.

I’ve certainly gotten my $5 out of it and will continue to do so.

Seegars

Junked

On the way home from church there’s an old store. The man who owned it , Jimmy, recently passed away.

Surrounding the store was a junkyard. Tons of old cars. Some are left but they’re cleaning it out now, I imagine a lot of these are worth a quite a bit to the right person restoring a car. Money to be made.

I’m sure many saw it as an eyesore. I saw beauty in every single rusting part.

I’ll kind of miss it.

SISC