Sunset Beach Auto at 1111 SE 30th St, Des Moines, IA 50317

Honestly, I didn’t end up buying the fuel tank I was after—but that’s actually a good thing. The guy I talked to on the phone was straight with me. He said replacing a fuel tank usually means getting a new one, not some used-up piece of junk. He took the time to explain why, and by the end, I agreed with him. He could’ve just sold me the old rusted tank and called it a day, but he didn’t. Instead, he steered me toward the better option, even if it meant no sale for him. That’s the kind of honesty you don’t always find in this business. ---

Needed a door and a fender for my son’s car, and I wasn’t sure where to start. Called a few places, but the prices were way higher than what I wanted to pay. Then I tried this salvage yard, and they had *exactly* what I needed—right color, right fit. Not only that, but the cost was half what I’d been quoted elsewhere. They even had the parts pulled and ready for me the next day. Helped me load them up too. First time using a salvage yard, and it was a lot easier than I thought it’d be. ---

Okay, so I trusted this place enough to hand over my debit card info a few days ago. Big mistake. I don’t use that card much, so I keep an eye on it, and guess what? Someone tried to charge me $600 on Amazon, $350 at Walmart, and $900 on eBay. Yeah, you read that right. Lesson learned—don’t trust just anyone with your payment details. This junkyard’s getting nothing else from me, that’s for damn sure. ---

My transmission gave out, and I was dreading the cost of a replacement. Turns out, these guys not only found me a decent one at a fair price but installed it fast—finished in three days. No runaround, no overcharging. The whole thing went smoother than I expected. The staff was friendly too, which always helps. Wouldn’t hesitate to go back if I need parts again. ---

I’ve been to this place a few times, and the son’s usually fine, but everyone else? Absolute garbage. Walked in one day in a decent mood, and by the time I left, I was ready to snap. They acted like I needed a full inspection just to pick up a part I’d already called about. Then the father—oh man, this guy was a piece of work. I parked in front, got out of my car, and he immediately started barking at me, saying I couldn’t drive in the yard. I wasn’t even in the car anymore! I was just grabbing my tools, and he stood there glaring at me the whole time. Then he had the nerve to say I couldn’t take my toolbox into the yard. Like, what? I’m a mechanic—I know what tools I need. The whole thing was ridiculous. I told him off, but it didn’t change anything. The way those two treated me was unbelievable. I don’t even know if it was a race thing or just bad service, but I’ve seen other people warn about this place. I’m done. Wouldn’t send my worst enemy here.