Junkyard Outtake: Where’s The Fire?


It’s Friday once again, and you know what that means; the weekend is nearly upon us, and the Junkyard Outtake is roaring back for more rusty goodness.

This ’66 GMC fire truck was on hand to greet us at the gates. But just because it’s Big Truck Week doesn’t mean this Junkyard Outtake is all about the big iron.

Come on in! We’ve got cars aplenty, including one rare bird you won’t want to miss.


Why not start off with a bang?


Look what I found! It’s a Lincoln Continental; a ’66, if my limited FoMoCo knowledge serves.


These were fancy, pricey cars in their day. But ask anyone on the street, and they won’t tell you about how exclusive these cars were, nor will they mention their lines, their handling, or their power. No, the first thing that’ll come to their mind…


…is the suicide doors. And rightfully so; they’re a hard thing to forget.


I’m no Ford fan, but even I feel a twinge of sympathy for this car. When it first arrived in the yard eight or so years ago, it drove in.

The stack of “for sale” signs on the backseat with progressively lower prices, along with the empty cans of Mountain Dew, told the whole story: some youthful individual had likely owned it last, had been trying to sell it, but eventually gave up and junked it. Given the state of the underbody, the final blow may well have come from a leaking fuel or brake line.


Yup, no doubt about it–this is a driver-focused car.


Maybe one day, the right person will discover it, and when they do, it’ll be their own little parts jackpot.


This ’71 or ’72 Chevelle has seen better days.


It’s been out here for nearly three decades. Though it’s pretty picked over, I can still claim responsibility for the absence of its hood latch, which was pulled a few years back to complete a ’71 Malibu sedan I was putting together.


This 1977-ish LeMans Sport Coupe is a car I remember well.


One of the doctors in town owned it, and it was forever breaking down. One time, circa 1990, my old man had to help them get it started after its owner flooded it in the bank parking lot.


Around 2007, I had a chance to buy it but declined after recalling what was surely dozens of cans’ worth of ether that the former owner had sprayed down the throat of its two-barrel Rochester over the years. Some kids eventually bought it, beat it, and left it for dead. Now it lies here, collecting rain and snow.


Next door, we find a ’70 Skylark sedan. It was driven up until around 2005, when it was finally deemed too rusty for the road.


It’s about as plain as you get, save for the engine.


Hello-hello-hellooo! Nobody home under here.

This Skylark’s engine bay once housed a low-compression Buick 350, which was mildly stuck when I found it. That motor now resides under my workbench, waiting for the right project to come along.


Speaking of motorless GM products, anybody in the mood for an Olds?


This 1971 Ninety-Eight hardtop arrived around 2006 with a strong-running 455 under the hood. It didn’t take long for that motor to find a new home.


I’d leave you to soak in all its green goodness, but I’m afraid some of the green is mold, and the only soaking going on involves this wet bench seat.


Next week’s Junkyard Outtake will be a surprise! As always, your comments and suggestions are welcomed.