The Pick-Your-Part

So today my good friend Eric Rodriguez, we have known each other since middle school, went cruising around for ideal spots to shoot some old school black and white. We were using our phones to find local junkyards in Orange County to get that classic pile of cars shot. We found one in Anaheim, went there, and learned from a lady on her smoke break that it was the corporate office and that the pick-your-part yard was clear on the other side of the city. So we cruised. We eventually made it to Stanton when we found an area on our maps indicating where the yard was. So we searched with satellite view to find the cars and could not for the life of us find out how to get there. I mean everywhere we were driving to find the entrance you can smell that classic bearing grease and rubber smell of a junk yard when we finally found the small entrance. We were so jacked! We parked. Got our gear ready. Exited the car and walked up to the gate and were told cameras were not allowed. WHAT? After all that? We ended up in a local cemetery to use the restroom and look around. Anyways, we will try again stealth-mode.