This Jag XJS had pretty worn-our interior, to say the least.

Had kind of an awful Saturday in a variety of ways, so I went back out to the junkyard because what better way to cool off and reflect on life than to go walk around hundreds of mostly-dead cars?

Cadillac Eldorado Coupe.
Some weird old Winnebago.
Spotsylvania County Sheriff Crown Vic.

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Alexandria Cab Crown Vic.
Nissan 300ZX.

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Pontiac Sunfire, in decent condition.
Honda Prelude.

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Volvo wagon. This made me sad.
Another Eldorado, though of a different gen.

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Some big old camper I couldn’t get to.
Busted-up VW bug.

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Another Firebird.

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Porsche 944.

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Ford Taurus wagon. One of the few car I saw with most of the engine intact.
Old BMW.

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Toyota Previa. This was being actively salvaged as I walked by it.
Saturn S-Series sedan in a delightful shade of teal.

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Volvo 245DL. This made me angry and sad at the same time.

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3rd-gen Celica.
Another rather-clean Taurus wagon.

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Olds Cutlass Ciera. Didn’t seem to be missing much.
This might’ve been a Toyota Tercel Coupe. Couldn’t tell.

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Geo Prizm. The first Geo I’ve laid eyes on in roughly three years.
Ford Escort wagon.

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Back of the Prizm. Considered grabbing the badges but decided not to.
Fairly clean Mazda 626.

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What I assume was an Acura Legend coupe
Fittingly-tipped PT Cruiser. One of roughly 20 I saw yesterday.

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Big old Winnebago.
Cadillac Seville.

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Early-model Saturn S-series Coupe.

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With pop ups.
The rusting shell of a Datsun 280Z.

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Honda Insight.
Third-gen Ford Thunderbird. This made me extraordinarily sad.

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Front of the Datsun.
Back of the T-bird and the front of something I couldn’t tell the identity of. Maybe a Chevelle?

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Subaru Loyale.
Ford Contour.

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Front of the Loyale.
Chevy Corvair Monza being reclaimed by nature. This also made me sad.

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245 again.
Plymouth Breeze.

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What was once a Saab 9-5 Convertible, the only Saab I don’t really like.
Fourth-gen Camaro.

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Older Crown Vic.
They’d somehow gone in and moved the Olds, Merc wagon, as “Caprice SS” I saw a week ago. Now, they’re in this extraordinarily safe position.

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Held on by a tire. Yep, totally safe.
Finally, this Explorer had a Honda tow hitch cover, which confused me.