After being asked to destroy all of my film, which of course I didn't do, the site manager for a local wrecking yard kindly escorted me and my camera off the premises. I was told, in multiple languages I might add, that cameras were off limits on their property. Photographers, especially ones with short fuses like myself, hate to hear that so I began to raise the blood pressure of the goober. Once I left the property, I drove to the public area, aka. the sidewalk, and then busted out my big telephoto lens to take a photo much like you see here. I did take this photo and if the owner or site manager is reading this, Jog On!
This is what happens to cars when they die. They leak, cry a little, and then get shipped off for scraps. Gotta love physics.