Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Crushing Realization

I am not sure why I have a fascination with the steel recycle place aka the crusher.  Maybe it’s because there are so many things to contemplate.  Unbelievable variety of cast off, mostly metal objects.

Here’s the routine.  We drive up to the scale and go in this old, tumble down mobile home.  The really nice young lady tells me to go ahead and drive up on the scale and she will flash the light when she has the weight.  We pull forward with the last of my old mail cars—a 1987 Oldsmobile that would probably still run only it has a fuel pump problem.  That car got me out of more snow and ice situations with its front wheel drive and studded snow tires. 

Anyway, after weighing we drive around back and roll off the Rickster (bought it from Rick).  Here is the sad part.  The guy with the big front lift, just sticks a huge rod right through the two front windows and moves it over in line for the crusher.  I couldn’t watch. 

Here is what I did look at though.

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My Dad used to say that old age is an equalization.  Extremely successful businessmen (Cadillac limo)  and a hard working blue collar worker (work van) all end up playing cards at the same table in the old folks home (Dad’s words).  I’ll just guess that the Cadillac is on top of the work van only because the van got there first.

Then there is this

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Never too old to quit advertising. 

There are so many other things going on in these pictures besides the cars.  It would be interesting to write down all the objects just thrown together.  Maybe they would make a good jigsaw puzzle, especially the top picture.

We drive back across the scale.  Full disclosure and in case anyone has an old car sitting around, we received $170.00 for the poor Rickster.  Certainly worth the effort.  Price is up on scrap metal.  I might get to go back!

2 comments:

Paul said...

Interesting, and sad at the same time.

Linda said...

Yes it is, Paul.