Pull-A-Part at 4401 Peters Rd, Harvey, LA 70058

Really disappointed with the dispatch team. I scheduled a pickup yesterday, no call, no nothing. Today? Same story—still on the list, still no show. Might just haul it myself and try somewhere else. Why say you’re coming if you’re not even updating?

Staff was great, parts were easy to grab. Big thanks to Danielle and the guy next to her.

Don’t forget walking shoes. We found what we needed, packed plenty of water and the right tools. Prices were solid, saved us a bunch. Simple as that.

The drive from New Orleans to Baton Rouge went smoothly, so that was good. Before heading out on that 80-mile trip, I called to check three things: if the car was still there, its condition, and holiday hours. The website answered the third one, but the first two stayed unanswered. Figured I'd take the chance anyway since it was Memorial Day, the drive wasn't bad, and I wanted to see what I'd find. Honestly, it's a smart setup. You check the website to see if the part's there, drive over, and take it yourself. Admission is $2, but free VIP membership drops that cost and gives you access to exclusive deals through email or texts. They’ve got wheelbarrows for heavy lifts, but otherwise this is definitely a DIY operation—bring your own tools. Rows of cars, neatly organized by sections like C304. Everything’s ready to be stripped down. The website showed one thing, reality showed something completely different. My target car had been sitting there since March, so by late May it was kind of picked apart. Still, I drove off with something useful, just not what I originally wanted—so not a total loss. There’s a handwashing station near the exit, handy because these junkers hold a lot of grease, dirt, and rainwater. Near the front, they sell random stuff pulled from cars—shoes, purses—and they’ve also got batteries and used tires, even whole cars for sale. Employees were friendly, but not exactly helpful. There was a sale going on, and the cashier didn’t mention it until I asked—pretty rude, honestly. Still, as I left, I thought about that saying: one person’s trash is another’s treasure. And this place really lives up to it.

I’ve been coming here for years. Always plenty of cars, great selection, chances are they’ve got what you need. The updated site with pictures and details has saved me from wasted trips. Recently I spent more time here than planned, but it was worth it. Staff’s always ready to help, friendly, and unlike some places that drag their feet, this one runs smooth. Solid yard, good prices, happy workers—keep it up. I’ll be back.

Hey there—just wanted to say thanks for the video! I’m Nils, 17, and I’m over in Germany. Bought my first car last month, a VW Bora, and your guide on taking off the side mirror was a lifesaver. At first, I thought I’d mess it up—never done anything like that before—but your steps were so clear I got it done in no time. Really appreciate the help, especially for someone who’s still learning. Cheers from Germany!

I’ve been coming here for years, and every single time, the staff treats me like a regular. They don’t mess around—fast, easy, and the prices? Way better than anywhere else. No hidden fees, no upselling. Just good, cheap parts and people who actually care. ---

Honestly, I didn’t expect much—just another parts yard with the usual hassle. But this place actually surprised me in a good way. The guy who helped me was on it right away, even walked me through the layout so I wouldn’t waste time wandering around. Found exactly what I needed, paid up, and was out the door. Simple as that. No drama, no runaround. Just a smooth, no-nonsense visit. ---

Showed up needing a handful of parts, and by the time I left, I had everything. The team didn’t just point me toward the yard—they pulled up the inventory first, gave me straight prices, and even told me where to look. Saved me a ton of time. No guessing, no back-and-forth. Just efficient, helpful service. ---

This salvage yard is massive—easily the biggest I’ve ever been to. My bad luck, though: every part I needed had already been stripped. Left empty-handed, feeling like I’d hit a dead end. At least there was a taco truck parked out front, so I didn’t go home completely disappointed. Small win, I guess.