Junkyard Outtake: Crushing the Deadly Sins


So here we are; another Friday, another Junkyard Outtake.

Some people say there’s a special place in the afterlife reserved for Deadly Sins, one with fire so intense that it can melt through solid steel. But before these cars can make their way to the smelter, they have to spend a little time in that purgatory known as the self-serve junkyard.


But first, let’s take a moment to salute one of the more innocent victims of the constantly shifting scrap metal market.

This Chevy van was a recent transplant here in road salt country, with a body that was remarkably clean (though marred by one large dent, and suffering from a lack of trim and someone’s unstoppable desire to paint its beige stripe black). Sure, it had the less desirable 305, but it was blown up anyways, thus a perfect opportunity to slide in one of the 350s I had waiting on the shelf.

Trouble was, the owner didn’t have the title handy. So I made a deal with him: a little money now, a little more when he produced the title. But after two years, it became clear that he was never going to come up with its title. So I made the somewhat heartbreaking decision to demote the van to parts status.

After picking off everything I wanted, and stuffing a variety of unrelated metal scrap into the van’s cargo area, the rig weighed 4300lbs – enough to net me $460 after crossing the scale (nearly double what I had invested in it). Though the van itself won’t live on, at least its parts will help keep others alive.

Selling scrap cars is a good excuse to go to the junkyard and any excuse to wander the yard is good enough for me! Let’s see what lies behind the fence today.


This Cutlass Supreme coupe had 5-spokes, and sports an uncommon blue-gray paint color. I can dig it.


Unfortunately, it’s got rust, just like so many others. It also likely has motor and/or tranny troubles.


Still, not a bad-looking car.


This Olds 88 provided me with an item I’ve long been searching for: working gas hood struts for my (soon to be former) faux Touring Sedan. Yay, no more carrying a hood prop!


Turns out this car had only 66,000 miles.


Too bad LN3 3800s aren’t in demand. This one might be a candidate.


Glue-on spoilers much? Seriously, it was applied with something that looked like Liquid Nails.


Here’s a second-gen Aurora. Parts aren’t exactly flying off this one.


Well, at least they sold a little plastic off it.


Open doors lead to wrecked interiors.


This was what it looked like a few months ago. Guess it didn’t really matter whether the door was shut or not, what with the windows being broken.


Speaking of pictures taken in the dry months, how about this ragtop Sunbird?


That air cleaner can only mean one thing…


…there’s a four-banger under this hood. No turbo, though.


At 173K miles, it did better than most.


Surprising that no one has snapped up these wheels yet. The tires still look pretty meaty.


And finally, your featured Deadly Sin–this Riviera, which looks about as un-roadworthy as you’d expect.


At least they were trying for something, um, different…


Different, indeed!


I wonder when anyone last saw the monochromatic glow of this touchscreen.




At least the former owner had a nice view… perfect for looking at while pondering deep questions, like why on Earth they bought such a car.


For next week’s Junkyard Outtake, it’s ‘go big or go home.’ So we’ll go big… by posting all the 2-ton and larger trucks we’ve found in the past year. Then we’ll go home… because it’s too freaking cold to hang out in a junkyard all day!