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I found the part I needed in the yard, but the headache started at checkout. They had no idea how to ring up the blower motor I pulled—ended up charging me for a heater motor or something. And guess what? The price was basically the same as a cheap but brand-new one from Auto Zone. Back in the day, I got a whole engine and transmission from this place for $110. Now? I’m paying almost new part prices for something I had to dig out myself with my own tools (though they do rent tools, which is nice). Then I factor in gas and the drive there and back, and suddenly I’m spending more than if I’d just bought a new one in town. I went with the fastest option, thinking it’d be cheaper, but nope—ended up costing me just as much. ---

Absolute joke of a place. My husband asked if they had a specific part, and after checking, they said one of their truck parts would work for our truck. Turns out? Nope. They lied to keep our money and avoid a refund. Their communication is terrible, and they’d rather scam you than admit they were wrong. ---

Went to this place for a part, asked the lady at the front desk what I needed, and she looked it up. She said, *"Yeah, we’ve got a match."* So I paid someone to pull the part right then and there. Brought it back to my truck, and—surprise—it didn’t fit. I went back inside, asked why she told me it was compatible, and she acted like she had no idea what I was talking about. The manager tried talking over me, wouldn’t help, and their solution? A discount on the part. I didn’t want a discount—I wanted my money back. They lied, their communication is garbage, and their whole way of doing business is unprofessional.

They didn’t have the exact part I was looking for, but the yard itself was clean and easy to get around. No wasted time wandering in circles—everything was where it was supposed to be. ---

Let me tell you about my latest trip to this junkyard—it was a whole mess. I’d been there once before, and the lady at the desk told me they didn’t have any Challenger parts, just some random electrical connector. So this time, I brought my gauge cluster from my own car to see if a Charger’s would fit. But really, I was there to grab a part for a friend’s F150 and needed a few more tools. I wandered over to the Chrysler section where I’d seen Chargers and 300s before, picked up a gas cap and a Dodge emblem, and headed to the front to check out. Then this short, bald guy—who was about to head back into the yard—stopped me. He said, *"I gotta check your bags. The way things are these days..."* and started digging through my purse. I told him, *"Hey, don’t touch my stuff,"* and started pulling things out of my wagon. He moved my toolbox and spotted my cluster underneath. *"I’m gonna need that part right there,"* he said. I was like, *"This? It’s from my car."* He hit me with *"There are signs saying not to bring parts in."* I shot back, *"This is my second time here, and I didn’t see any signs. Nobody told me that."* He took my part anyway, went behind the desk, and said to the lady, *"I’d believe her, but she was trying to hide it."* I lost it—*"I wasn’t hiding it! It was under my toolbox! Am I supposed to cover my tools while I’m working?"* He just said, *"I’m not gonna argue with you. It’s pointless."* I said, *"But you’re still talking…"* and he cut me off with, *"Take the part and don’t come back. We don’t tolerate stealing."* As I walked out, I muttered, *"I’m the only brown person getting a bag check here,"* and he started yelling something. I didn’t even stick around to find out what. As soon as I got home, I took pictures of my cluster and my car with the cluster missing—just to prove it was mine. I even dug up old photos from when I first bought my car, showing the cluster in the dash. Never had this kind of trouble at any other yard. It’s like they assumed I was stealing just because of how I look. ---