What also dots the bombed out apocalypse of post-industrial, forgotten Phoenix is junkyards. Some are official businesses, some are hoards, some are parts bins for the unlicensed dealers selling frankenstein-like, cobbled together deathtraps on Craigslist. We even started a new blog dedicated to the fences themselves (because focusing is hard and the cars come out all blurry).
Inside the fences, there are stories told in sheet metal. Sometimes, too, there are prizes. (Sometimes there are just booby prizes.) Here are a few examples of the former:
A Toyota Corona 1900
|When "Made In Japan" meant dead in a year.|
A Hudson Hornet (maybe)? There's a whole slew of Porky's jokes, especially considering the sketchy desolate neighborhood of warehouses and strip joints where we found it.
|Porky fell on hard times...|
Sometimes, the prizes still run. (Or fly.)
|Red = Win. Every time.|
We invite you to drop by the other joints for more.