AROnline: The disappearing joy of the old-school scrapyard.
"A scrapyard is a strange sort of memory vault – not the polished, curated kind you get at a classic car show, where everything is waxed, explained and roped off, but the other end of the story. The bit after the brochures, the finance agreements, the family holidays, the MoT advisories and the final FTP. The bit where cars stop being transport and become fragments.
Finding one was harder than expected. Google quickly produced a dispiriting selection of national car extraction services, followed by modern dismantlers that strip cars, catalogue the parts and sell them over the counter or online. Nothing wrong with that, of course. It is cleaner, safer, more efficient and probably better for everyone involved. But I didn’t want efficiency. I wanted to browse through a muddy place and look at car carcasses.
I wanted a grubby corner of the world that connected directly with being young, skint and hopeful, when a better steering wheel from a dead car felt like progress..."
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