Pull-A-Part at 12000 Montana Ave, El Paso, TX 79936

Just stopped by Pull a Part and Jackie with Diana hooked me up better than any parts store ever did. Will definitely be back next time something’s on the fritz.

Longtime customer here, almost seven years running. El Paso doesn’t exactly overflow with pull-it-yourself yards, so this is the only place I bother with. The guys working the floor know their stuff and always steer me straight to what I need without gouging me—even when I wander in near closing and don’t want to take forever. Today, though, Alex deserves the shout-out. Guy’s loyal to the bone and treats every job like it’s the first one. He’s got the skills and the attitude to match, and when you’ve spent hours wrestling greasy parts just to finish a repair, that smile makes the whole mess worth it.

Reviews matter to me, so I wanted to say thanks to Jaqueline, Diana, and the whole crew at U PULL IT. Jaqueline especially saved our bacon more than once when Real Deal Auto hit a snag. Great people—good at their jobs.

Showed up, paid the entry fee, and walked out with the four rims my ’16 Cruze needed. Six-ninety a wheel is hard to beat. Had one stuck lug nut, so they’ll take it off for you—for a little extra. Still walked away with change in my pocket. Not bad at all.

Honestly, I wasn’t expecting much from a junkyard, but Pull-A-Part El Paso surprised me. Abigail didn’t just help me—she actually listened, asked the right questions, and made sure I left with exactly what I needed. And the part I bought? Way better than I thought it’d be for the price. Not gonna lie, I’ll be back.

Abby Prieto at Pull-A-Part made the whole process stupid easy. She didn’t just point me to the parts—I felt like she actually cared whether I found what I needed. And they *had* everything. No running around to three different places. If I need parts again, I’m not even looking elsewhere.

Honestly, this place is a lifesaver for anyone hunting for car parts. The yard wasn’t some chaotic mess—everything had its place, and the prices didn’t feel like a rip-off. I walked out with exactly what I needed without wasting hours digging through junk. Abigail, the woman who helped me, was the real MVP. She didn’t just point me in the right direction; she actually *cared* about making sure I left happy. The whole crew was on the same level—no one gave me the runaround, and the signs made it easy to find stuff fast. If you’re tired of overpaying at dealerships or dealing with sketchy online sellers, this is where you go. I’ll be back next time my car falls apart. ---

Went in on my birthday, fully expecting to spend half the day hunting for a single part, and left feeling like I’d won the lottery. The place was *organized*—no digging through piles of rust. But what stuck with me? Adrian at checkout. Dude didn’t just ring me up; he made the whole thing feel personal. Like, “Happy birthday, hope this part saves your project car”—that kind of thing. Small stuff, but it turned a boring errand into a good day. Will absolutely be back, and not just for the parts. ---

My car’s been falling apart like a cheap toy, and this junkyard’s saved me from financial ruin. It’s *right* here—1.25 miles away, so close I could bike there if I had to (and might, if my transmission gives out). Every time I walk in, I find something solid: V-rated tires for my Civic that actually hold air, struts that don’t sound like a death rattle, control arms that don’t wobble like jelly. These guys don’t sell junk—they sell parts that *work*. And they don’t treat you like an idiot for not knowing what you’re doing. I’ve upgraded my whole car piece by piece thanks to them. At this point, they’re basically my mechanic’s backup plan. ---

Look, I’ve dealt with enough places where the staff acts like they’re doing you a favor just by existing. Not here. Adrian and Diana treated me like a human being instead of a wallet with legs. They didn’t just hand me a part and say “good luck”—they *listened* to what I needed, then actually helped me track it down. And the whole time, they were just… nice. No fake smiles, no rushing me out the door. It’s the kind of service that makes you want to send thank-you cards, which, let’s be real, never happens. Made a frustrating errand feel easy. Won’t go anywhere else now. ---