Del's Metal at 1605 1st St, Rock Island, IL 61201

Honestly, this place is my last resort—and even then, I wish I didn’t have to step foot in there. I’ll call ahead to check the price for copper #1 and #2, and every single time, the receipt shows a different number. It’s like they take joy in screwing people over. The scrap yard itself is a nightmare—machines everywhere, no real organization, and it feels like one wrong move and you’re getting crushed. I’d rather drive 20 minutes to Alter for non-ferrous or all the way to Cimco in Milan for ferrous just to avoid this mess. At least those places don’t make me feel like I’m risking my life just to drop off scrap. *Update:* Still not learning. Called again for prices, got the runaround, and left paying less than what was promised. One star. Never coming back. ---

The woman in the office made the whole process smooth—no hassle, no attitude, just straightforward help. That’s rare enough these days that I’ll be back next time I’ve got scrap to unload. ---

Small scale? More like *small-scale heaven*. They keep the place clean, the piles organized, and honestly, I feel safer there than anywhere else I’ve taken scrap. And the woman who handles payments? Absolute gem. Always smiling, always patient—dealing with scrappers all day can’t be easy, but she makes it look effortless. After hauling around heavy steel, that kind of attitude is a nice pick-me-up. Thanks, Del’s—you’re the reason I don’t dread scrap day. ---

Del’s isn’t just a scrap yard—these folks actually care. My autistic son was having a rough day, and they didn’t just put up with it. One of the guys *immediately* changed his shirt when he got a new one, just to keep him happy. Small thing, but it meant a lot. Thanks for making it a good visit. ---

Fifteen years I’ve been going to Del’s, and today some idiot on the crane *destroyed* half my trailer—crushed it down to two inches off the ground. The owner? A total joke. Told me to “just hammer it out” like that’d fix the thousand bucks in damage to a brand-new trailer. And the way he talked to me? Like I’m some inconvenience. This is how they treat veterans? Pathetic. Won’t be back.