Bilenky Junkyard Cyclocross: An Epic Journey Through Junk
Posted: April 9, 2020
When it comes to these vital parts, you'll want to go new. You can go just about anywhere for them, but the most accessible place to check is online. You may not be able to tell what exactly you're getting until it shows up, but you can find just about anything. On top of that, most sites will deliver the part straight to your house, or at least to your local mechanic.
How do you bid wrong? By following advice to "charge $x [often around $1] per square foot." Bad, bad advice. Or by setting a flat rate, such as $x per house. Or by calling around and getting numbers from your competitors and figuring that those are the "right" numbers.
There are new lots with Ambitions, as well. You can now head to the junkyard to get metal to be used in inventing or sculpting. You'll find perfectly good items there which can be fixed up, too. junk yards that buy cars pays to check the junk yard once in a while for treasures. Another new lot is the consignment store. This allows Sims who are self employed to make extra cash on their items. Sell your paintings, sculptures, inventions, whatever, at the store, and you'll eventually get better thanks to this experience and earn even bigger payouts.
I was disappointed that there were very few sandwich board signs in front of vehicles and a rare plaque card displayed on windowsills. I do not know model years and have depended upon those signs in previous years. Looking at a beautiful sky blue '59 Impala, I was awed by the size of it. Did I actually drive one of those? My first time behind a wheel was in an Impala. My brother had two, one with fins, one without. I thought one was a 1962 model, but did not look like the 1962 Impala whose year I obtained from owner sitting behind the wheel.
The first step on the road to hoonage fame and fortune was to get a car. Our means were limited, so we went down to Dale's junk yard and drove home in a limping 1989 Merkur Scorpio. Aside from the missing passenger-side door, busted-out taillights, and a rust spot on the roof that looked like that smear on Gorbachev's head, the engine ran strong enough for our needs. The only extra prep work we had to do was fill up the radiator a bit, smash out the glass to protect against cuts, and paint a big ZoSo logo onto the hood because Zeppelin rules.
On the other hand some stores have seen some improvement. Advance car junk yards is up 3 percent! Which I do not not if that is truly a good thing, since it means the people, who are already having problems with money, are having to spend their money on fixing their cars and trucks.
Homeless, depressed and desiring death, I laid in a public park, not too far from where I grew up and cried out to God to take me or use me. I didn't care which.
My film career took over and because of weak, non-existent teaching by the Catholic Diocese, a part time job as a mobile DJ led to an encounter with a girlfriend whose family was Jewish. After a couple years of playing house, she demanded I renounce Jesus as my Savior, and choose to become engaged to her. At the time, I considered it. My mother was rattled by this, but lacked any witness to correct me. She was agnostic Catholic, having a vague, long-stance faith in God, but having no idea why. Romans 10:9, the human signature on the contract for Salvation, was unknown in our home.