pick-n-pull

We spent most of last Saturday morning at a Pick-N-Pull in Richmond, harvesting parts from various Volkswagens for our Vanagon camper.

I’ve never been to a scrap yard before, and while it was relatively sunny and friendly, the place smelled like death. Juan was depressed by seeing all the cars at the ends of their lifespans, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how many people had died in these coffins on wheels.