Never been a particularly big fan of IKEA. But as with many things in life, it’s the little things that win you over. And as Nell and I pulled into a packed parking lot last week, we were greeted with a few of these signs – prominently located in front near the handicap parking spots.

Even the font is nice.

Pick N’ Pull… the Moo N’ Oink of auto salvage.

Who’d have thought I’d be excited about wandering around a junk yard? But those are the depths that Old Man Brad has sunk to, faithful readers. Tomorrow I’ll make a quick visit up in Wadsworth, Illinois to visit the local Pick N’ Pull junk yard.

Because at Pick N’ Pull, everything’s half off on WILD Wednesdays!

It’s located in about one of the only spots you could put a place like this in the pastoral, wealthy north shore of Illinois: behind a gas station on Route 41. Up the road from the paintball place, and across the highway from a strip club.

I shudder to think what they do on Wild Wednesdays.

“Why would he possibly need to go slumming in a junk yard?” you cringe. “I hope his tetnus shots are up to date.”

Here’s why. Towing that Airstream back home from South Carolina was not only incredibly fun, but also illuminated a couple glaring shortcomings in the new setup. Chiefly, my “blind spot” was more like a hundred feet of road on either side of me where I had no clue what was going on. The Jeep never had a passenger side mirror in the first place, and my clamp-on ones were as cool-looking as they were useless.

So, I’m on the hunt for inexpensive, sturdy truck mirrors.

That yellow pickup truck sports the exact ones I’m after: adjustable, vintage-lookin’, and three points of contact with the door so the reflection doesn’t shimmy as we roll down the highway. The guy who answered the phone at Pick N’ Pull said they have an acre of old trucks – so hopefully I’ll hit the jackpot.

I have to remember to bring a wrench and screwdriver set. Because you pick it… you pull it.

Talk about WILD!