On a quest to find invaluable parts for the ‘71 Wolf, the salvage yard offered more than just a material fulfillment. It became a place of virtue. A place to discover memories, as we scoured through different vehicles, bumping shoulders with true gearheads along the way. Each automobile it’s own personal treasure chest, offering a look into their glory days, a time when they once ran wild on the open road. Even with the moisture of rainfall on it’s way, our determination was not interrupted as we found our confidence building through each row of fallen road warriors. Compelled by a sense of nostalgia, we brought along with us a few disposable film cameras, relying only on the quality of our experiences that day rather than number of pixels. Each snap of the shutter capturing a moment of candidness, but also certainty.
[Charles Mingus - Mood Indigo]
Fellow gearhead after the frame of an old Harley.
Nothing like a morning in the midst of a moto-mortuary.
With each person on their own pursuit, we crossed paths with those after a simple car remedy, to others looking for the last piece of a restorative puzzle. What ‘wrenchers’ like Tony and Victor would call their second home, we simply passed through on a quest for Volkswagen parts. Regardless of the pursuit, there is a certain camaraderie amongst both the veterans and the newcomers. Curiosity also had Unyime and I diving into cars quite different than what we were looking for that morning. We couldn’t help it though, some vehicles proving more charming than others as they drew us in.
Probably the only useful thing in owning an old car is knowing you only really need about five tools to take one apart. A sort of archaic minimalism.
Stumbled upon a few Volkswagen Beetles, one of which making the trip worthwhile.
An original steering wheel and an old family polaroid, just a few lost memories stashed in the trunk of this ’72 Beetle.
Just another day at the salvage yard.