Every time I go to the Jy I get ripped off (or they try anyway).
Case#1
I wanted rotors for a 1971 Cadillac Eldorado. "Sure no problem we got them."
I go to the crap heap pick out the rusted warped and hopelessly scored discs and say, "I'll give you $20, I hope they can be re-ground." He snaps back, lety me check the computer... and walks to the back of the tin lean-to outhouse, comes back in 5 minutes and says those are $100 each.
Then I say I can get them from the dang dealer for that price and he quips, "no they're $125".
So I toss them back into the pile. Go to Kragen and pick them up for $45 each.
Case#2
I wanted an armrest for a 1991 F150, so I go like a dope tot he JY, several places said the had them, only one actually did (do they think I'll see their rusted trash and say, well I came her e for an armrest but I'll take a pile of rust and three bent axels?) So I find one it's faded and has a crack, but what the hey. "I'll give you $2 for it." No they want $20. Freekin sucks I got an aftermarkert for $25.
Case#3
I got a 1987 Escort.
Had a fight with the rear end of a toronado, needless to say the plastic crap they call a grill and headlights are trash. Dealer wants all the oil rights to Texas and my liver "when " I die. So I go to the JY again, yes they have them, yes they are the right color, yes they look faded and are totally scratched to hell. I say, "how much". This time they take their sweet time and come up with $250 for the lot. WTF? So now Mercury Insurance owns the oil rights to Texas and my Liver when I die.
Maybe it's just San diego? Maybe they see a tall white boy and say, "Aye Corrumba, mucha mula."?