I prefer the free, wander-around junkyards. When I was a kid, the old places would let my dad take me to help. My favorite was a junkyard along highway 45 near the Racine/Milwaukee County line. It was run by a chain-smoking elderly man, complete with posters of scantily-clad women. His mind was still sharp, as he could tell you what he had and where it was. Grouping cars by make would have been nice, though. No charge to enter. I remember getting front bucket seats, a rear hatch, hood, four doors, and a bumper for my rusty 1988 Plymouth Horizon (in 2003) for $130. A year later my dad bought a complete, running 305 for his winter beater ‘85 Caprice for $225. Now, even the local self-serve yards charge admission and you can’t bring your kid to help… I know… liability.