LKQ Pick Your Part - Monrovia at 3333 Peck Rd, Monrovia, CA 91016

They’re *definitely* closed on Thanksgiving. I showed up at 10:10 AM, and there was already a line of people waiting. A simple “We’re closed today” sign would’ve saved everyone the trip. ---

Let me start by saying I went in looking for a part that’s basically impossible to find anymore. Found it, but it was busted—no surprise since I skipped the warranty. Turns out if you don’t pay extra upfront, tough luck getting a refund. That’s just how it works here. The guy at the gate? Pointed me toward “those cars” like I was supposed to know which pile he meant. I mean, it’s a junkyard—of course it’s a maze of cars. But still, a little direction would’ve been nice. The whole vibe was more “prison yard” than “helpful auto shop.” No smiles, no “how can I help you,” just blank stares. At least the place was cleaner than most, and the prices weren’t completely insane. Though I did notice a lot of A/C lines hacked up—guess people get desperate for parts. Bottom line? Parts are decent, prices are fair, and the yard’s not a total dump. But don’t expect anyone to hold your hand. You’re on your own out there, so come ready to hunt. ---

Greg at this yard was a total lifesaver. Helped me track down two classic Mercedes engines, walked me through everything, and made the whole process smooth. Dude’s a legend—wouldn’t hesitate to go back. ---

This junkyard’s actually one of the cleaner ones I’ve been to. The ground’s just dirt—not that greasy, oil-soaked mess you see at other places. Location’s solid too; I don’t worry about my car getting broken into while I’m inside. There’s usually a roach coach parked out front, which is a plus if you’re hungry. LKQ’s website is pretty handy for finding cars, and you can even set up alerts for what you’re looking for. The only downside? The site’s a little glitchy sometimes. ---

Update: Admission just jumped to $5, and part prices? Tripled. Every location uses the same pricing, so don’t think you’ll find a deal elsewhere. One place tried charging me $456 for a cracked bumper cover—plus extra for the license plate holder, the busted fog light, and even the foam insert. Ridiculous. Weekends here are packed. The selection’s huge, but good luck finding parts still intact—half the cars are stripped down to nothing. People will wreck a whole car just to get one tiny piece. They offer a 90-day warranty, but if you don’t want it, speak up fast—they’ll charge you anyway. No more phone-number discounts either. Parking’s easy, but the entrance is hidden. Watch for signs, or you’ll miss the turn. There are guys who’ll pull parts for you if you pay, and in the lot, you’ll find a food truck, a little tool stand, and a glass shop in the back.